Take it out for me.

I want that cock in your hand right now while you read every single word. Wrap your fingers around it. Feel how warm and heavy it already is just from seeing my name.

Start slow. Just the tip. Thumb circling that sensitive ridge while the rest of your shaft stays neglected and aching.

That’s it… good boy.

Now give me longer strokes. Base to head, nice and wet. Spit on it if you have to. I want it shiny. I want to imagine the way it would look sliding between my soft lips, the way I’d look up at you while I took you deeper.

Faster. Medium speed. Full strokes. Squeeze a little tighter on the upstroke. Feel that pressure starting to build in your balls?

Don’t cum yet.

You’re going to edge for me first. Slow it back down. Just the head again. Circle it. Tease yourself the way I would if I were sitting right there watching, legs crossed, one finger tracing my own thigh while I told you how pretty your cock looks when it’s dripping for me.

Every time you get too close, stop completely. Hands off. Let it throb in the open air while you wait for my next instruction.

Now stroke again — long, filthy, desperate strokes. Picture my tongue dragging slowly up the underside, my soft hand twisting at the head, my soft voice telling you how much I want to watch you lose control.

Speed up. Harder. Faster. You’re so close now. Balls tight. Legs shaking. That familiar burn right behind your cock.

Almost there…

Keep going. Don’t stop. I want every drop. Shoot for me. Cover your stomach, your hand, whatever’s in front of you. Cum hard while you think about my mouth, my tits, the way I’d moan if you came on my tongue instead.

That’s it… empty those heavy balls for Ava.