I don’t just want you to come.

I want to milk every last drop out of you. Slow. Deliberate. Until your legs are shaking and you’re begging me to stop… but also begging me to keep going.

That’s the kind of control I like.

I’ll have you stroke exactly how I tell you. Fast when I want you desperate. Slow when I want you aching. Stopping completely when I want to watch you throb and leak for me.

You’ll hold yourself right on the edge while I describe how I’d sit on your face, how I’d use my hands, how I’d keep you there until you can’t think straight.

And when I finally let you finish? I won’t let you do it quickly. I’ll make you pump out every thick pulse while I tell you what a good boy you are for giving me everything.

I want you drained.

Not just satisfied — emptied. The kind of orgasm that leaves you sensitive and twitching afterward. The kind where you look down and realize just how much you gave me.

That’s what cock milking is really about. Taking my time with you until there’s nothing left.

You can already feel it, can’t you? The way your cock reacts just from reading this. That’s me getting inside your head. And once you’re on the phone with me, I won’t stop until I’ve milked you completely dry.