I wield the power over your most coveted desire—an orgasm. Only my plump lips can grant the permission your desperate cock craves. But here’s the catch: I’m not inclined to let you climax.
However, I do enjoy seeing you beg, so I’ll offer a chance. You have 10 minutes to plead your case. Why should I grant you release? What have you done to earn it? The clock is ticking.
As time passes and the prospect of orgasm fades, you feel the urge slipping away. That’s you descending into the goon hole. Doesn’t it feel delicious? All that vanishes if I allow you to cum. And we wouldn’t want that, would we?
