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How Hard Can I Make You
11:03
Published: 03.11.2026 • Hide
Here's the game, pet. I'm going to make you ache and you're going to take it. The rules are simple. You stroke exactly when I say, exactly how I say, and you do not cum until I permit it. Which I may never do. That's the fun part. Watch me. I know exactly what this dress does to you. Red, fitted, hugging every curve of my divine body and that full-length zip, running all the way down. You'll be fixated on it the entire time, won't you? Wondering how far I'll pull it. Praying for a glimpse of pale skin, a hint of what's underneath. That little metal pull-tab has more control over your cock than you do. I'll drag it down one agonizing millimetre at a time, and with every jump, I'll have you stroke a little harder, a little faster then stop... Hands off. Throb for me. Suffer for me. By the time I'm done teasing you, you'll be so desperately, painfully hard that you'll forget your own name. All you'll know is my voice, my zipper, and the word 'wait.'
