I know what you’re hoping for.
A countdown that ends in release… a voice that finally gives you permission.
But I’m not here to give.
I’m here to take.
In this clip, I count you down again and again.
For My boots.
For My tits.
For My ass.
For the privilege of thinking about touching.
You stroke harder each time, desperate, dripping, shaking…
And I stop at 2.
Every.
Single.
Time.
You’ll edge. You’ll beg.
You’ll break.
Because this is the countdown you can’t win.
And I’m the one who loves watching you lose.
