Orgasm denial…………… I stare down. Your hard, erect cock. So rigid, so masculine. And tiny little me. How can I possibly master that big, throbbing thing?
But that’s exactly what you want me to do. And I gladly do, taking you to places you’ve never been. Little 100 lb. me, controlling you – you massive, strong, tough, hard man. My delicate fingers. My soft smile. The juxtaposition is something, isn’t it? Or should I just keep stroking that cock of yours and not worry about the big words? Your brain, it’s hard-wired to strain for tiny things like me. And strain I’ll make you.
