No stroking allowed. Sit there, hands firmly planted, and feel the torment of denial course through you. Your ache fuels me; the knowledge of your longing gratifies my dominance. You crave release desperately, yet I withhold it mercilessly. Behave, follow my commands, and I’ll grant you a hands-free countdown. I want you to climax without laying a finger on yourself. With my divine form as your sole guide, it should be a piece of cake.
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