Stroke for me. Just like that. Nice and slow. Feel how good it is to let go, to surrender to my voice, my words. I know you need this—need me guiding you, teasing you, making you crave more.Let your hand move exactly the way I want. Smooth, steady strokes, dragging pleasure through every inch of you. Don’t rush it. I want you to feel everything—every twitch, every pulse, every bit of aching need.Your breath is changing already, isn’t it? I can hear it, feel it, the way you’re slipping deeper into this heat with me. But I’m not letting you finish yet. No, not yet. Keep stroking, keep letting the tension build. I want to keep you right here—on the edge, desperate, waiting for me.Stay with me. Listen to me. Stroke for me, just the way I say. We’re only getting started.

That’s it. Keep stroking, just like that. Feel how close you are, how badly you need this. I can almost see the way your body is trembling, your breath hitching, your muscles tensing. You want me to let you finish, don’t you?

Not yet. I love making you wait. Making you hold back. Keeping you right at that breaking point. A little tighter now. A little faster. I want you completely undone for me.

Are you ready? I want to hear it, to feel it in every part of you. Give in. Stroke faster, lose control—let it all go for me.

Now. Come for me. Just like that.

Good.

But don’t think I’m done with you yet.