There’s a rhythm to your strokes, a cadence of a loser guided by yours truly. Each stroke is mine to command, my body dictating the movement. As I sway back and forth, you move in sync with me. It’s a dance between us, your hand pumping up and down, following my instructions effortlessly. Hot girls own your cock, and I own your cock. Up and down, faster, slower—you obey my every directive. You know this dance brings you closer to release, a sensation you crave, yet you find solace in this rhythm for me. With my body looking so enticing and my voice so soothing, you’re reluctant for this dance to end.
