There
is something so satisfying, about building someone up just to break
them down. Crushing dreams with a twist of my wrist and skilled taunting
fingers. I've bound this new toy to a St. Andrew's Cross, his throbbing
cock standing at attention; yearning. My eyes can't help but fall upon
his shaft as I slowly slide my hand up towards his tip, feeling his
veins bulge against my palm. My thumb stops to circle right underneath
that swelling tip that threatens to leak at any moment, but when my free
hand coils around the base of his cock as if mimicking a griping ring;
all hope of that is lost. I love watching my toy squirm underneath my
touch, the sound of labored breathing filling my ears and motivating me
to pick up the pace. To send him right over the end... and then stop.
Removing my hand quickly from his cock just at the moment when he
believes he's going to receive sweet releases. I truly do love, ruining
orgasms; and I'm damn good at it.