In this clip, I put you face to face with the truth you try so hard to ignore.
I mock your size, your weakness, and the way you can barely stroke without losing control. That tiny, pathetic thing doesn’t even deserve to be called a cock — and I make sure you feel it every second.
You’re not allowed to cum.
You’re not allowed to speed up.
You’re not allowed to touch yourself without my permission.
I train you to edge, to stop, to obey — reminding you how weak and desperate you really are. You stroke with tiny movements, trembling, knowing you’ll never be enough for a real woman. All you’ll ever get is mockery, control, and my cruel attention.
I humiliate you slowly, keep you right on the edge, and make you beg — knowing full well I decide if and when you’re ever allowed to release.
You exist to stroke.
You exist to obey.
And you’ll cum only when I say so.
