Release Only on My Command, You Filthy Whore

excitement, knowing that I will destress under my feet, but I'm too jealous to press your lips against them.

Feel it around you? You want me to squeeze, but you know it won't be easy.

Stroke is for me, every pathelf. Feel the agony of slowing you are, but don't you dare cum,

and you won't get to release until I'm ready to. It's delicious, isn't it? Won't break until I say.

The desperation building inside. Drain every bit of your dignity and