Your craving for my control over your arousal consumes you entirely. In the haze of your mind, I’m the sole focus, your obsession. You ache for Lindsey, yearning for my commanding tone and flawless form. The tension builds until you can hardly bear it… Every directive I issue reinforces the fact: I dictate the pace. Your anticipation mounts as you obediently stroke, desperate for release, hoping I’ll grant permission. The need for climax intensifies, urging you onward. Will the rhythm of my body lead you to the ultimate ecstasy, or leave you hanging on the edge, longing for more?
