I will squeeze so tight you feel every vein and throb, grind slow and filthy, feel you twitch and leak inside me, then lift off right when your balls draw up and leave you aching and wet down your own hand. Tell me how close you are. Tell me exactly how bad it hurts when I take the pleasure away at the peak. I want the desperate, shaky truth. Stay hard. Stay leaking. Prove you can take the teasing without blowing your load early.