Masturbation for Me, Humiliation for You

I’m horny. But I’m not letting you out. Wearing nothing but a tank top, I dangle your little key from a chain around my neck while I play with myself. I only take out one tit. That’s all you get. It’s extra humiliating that way, isn’t it? I edge again and again, building up the pressure while I talk about DomCon and all the wicked, degrading things I plan to do to you there. And then I let go. I cum so hard I squirt everywhere: loud, wild, soaking, screaming. You’ll stay locked while I ride wave after wave of pleasure. I don’t need your cock. I just need your obedience. At the end, I blow you a kiss and leave you aching.