I sit before you, watching you. My words working on your mind as your arm works your penis. I whisper to you everything I would do to you, I tell you how I will use you and manhandle you. Yet you cant fight back masturbating, as your fingers excite you more. Your penis stiff in your mitt, running in rivulets from all the excitement as a little word slips from your lips?Please? I keep you there hoping and begging that I will give in. Will your hunger to release be satisfied? Or will I leave you there on your knees with a throbbing cock in your hand?
