As you breathe deep, I guide you into sniffing those poppers, sinking you deeper into my control… You’ll chant my name like a mantra, your cock twitching pathetically as I command you to stroke. Deeper. Slower. No cumming until I allow it. The edges of your vision blur as the rush hits, but all you see is me… my hips swaying, fingers tracing my bikini lines, pushing you to the brink. And when I finally grant you permission? Oh, pet, you’ll thank me for ruining you.
