Shhh… my sweet, devoted gooner… you ve been such a good boy, stroking slow and deep just like I told you. Hours of that lazy, teasing rhythm—up… down… leaking… nodding… sinking into that warm, hazy fog where nothing else exists but my voice and your throbbing cock .I ve watched every twitch, every drip, every helpless little thrust into your fist. You ve held back so perfectly for me… no rushing, no cheating… just pure, obedient edging in that sweet, stupid bliss.But now? Now I see how swollen you are, how your balls ache, how your whole body trembles with need. You ve earned this, pet. I care about you… I want to feel you let go. I want every thick spurt to be for me.In this long, intimate session, I guide you even slower at first—building that molten pressure until you can t think straight. Then, when the edge is razor-sharp and you re gasping… I give you the permission you ve begged for. Firm strokes, tight squeezes, my soft commands: Come for me, baby… give it all… ride every wave
