Countdown to Drip: Denied at One

Description: You stroked in sync with my voice… thinking i’d let you finish with pleasure.but i don’t gift that pleasure. i take control.each number dripped from my lips until “one”…then i turned, looked through you, and whispered what you needed to hear:“hands off. let it drip. you don’t get any pleasure.”that’s how denial feels when i command it.no reward. just ache.and you’ll pay to ruin your orgasm again and again.