Tease

I'm touching him and he wants to cum. But I'm teasing him. Denying him.

I love the point where he stops flirting, his hands stop touching me and start gripping the sheets, the ropes, the windowsill, anything within reach.

He's trying so hard to hold his orgasm back but I'm not making it easy.

I love it when the casual requests become desperate pleas. And then watching it get harder to think, harder to make the words. All his focus is on being my good boy.

And I'll let him cum because I love the noises he makes. And he is my very good boy.

But not yet. I'll just enjoy myself a little longer.

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