She started giving orders. Not to cum. Not to think. Just to edge. Always edging.“Goon for me, idiot.““Edge on my thighs.”“Loop this reel 50 times. Don’t blink.” He obeyed.He loved obeying.The moment she sent a selfie with “#drainedpig” across her…
He didn’t mean to follow her. The first time was innocent enough—an explore page stumble, a late-night thirst trap: her in sheer red mesh, back arched, phone angled low to catch the swell of her hips and the smirk that…
Her skin prickled at the challenge, but she forced a sultry smile, leaning close enough that her breath grazed his ear. “I’m not here to crawl, Julian. I’m here to take what’s mine.” His chuckle was low, a rumble that…
The room smelled faintly of baby powder and something less pleasant. Soft light filtered through pink curtains, casting a glow on the oversized crib in the corner and the padded changing table nearby. In the center of the room knelt…
Do you feel it now? That weight pressing down on your chest — not fear, not exactly. Something sweeter. Something heavier. It’s the beginning of surrender, love. That slow rot of resistance. The delicious unraveling of your will. You don’t…
She started giving orders. Not to cum. Not to think. Just to edge. Always edging.“Goon for me, idiot.““Edge on my thighs.”“Loop this reel 50 times. Don’t blink.” He obeyed.He loved obeying.The moment she sent a selfie with “#drainedpig” across her…
He didn’t mean to follow her. The first time was innocent enough—an explore page stumble, a late-night thirst trap: her in sheer red mesh, back arched, phone angled low to catch the swell of her hips and the smirk that…
Her skin prickled at the challenge, but she forced a sultry smile, leaning close enough that her breath grazed his ear. “I’m not here to crawl, Julian. I’m here to take what’s mine.” His chuckle was low, a rumble that…
The room smelled faintly of baby powder and something less pleasant. Soft light filtered through pink curtains, casting a glow on the oversized crib in the corner and the padded changing table nearby. In the center of the room knelt…
Do you feel it now? That weight pressing down on your chest — not fear, not exactly. Something sweeter. Something heavier. It’s the beginning of surrender, love. That slow rot of resistance. The delicious unraveling of your will. You don’t…