

She had him to where the slightest touch would be enough to set him off. "Hmm,“ she thought, “I wonder if I could touch just the shaft without taking him over the edge?”
He bucked and heaved under her.
– RomanceLoveLust

Eyes squeezed shut and breathless from gasping and moaning, he realized she had again brought him to the screaming brink of cumming only to deny him again! He opened his eyes to look down at her and almost whimpered “PLEASE?“ She smiled and cupped his crimson balls with her hand, the fingertips lightly caressing, and said “Not yet.”

She tied him to the vibrator, then sat back to watch. His arms and feet were secured to the bed. He couldn’t move an inch. She had set the device to its very lowest setting – enough to stimulate, but not really enough to come. For a while he was amused. Then, he began trying to thrust against it, but found it moved with him. After 10 minutes, he asked her to let him come. "That’s your responsibility,“ she said. "I’m just here to watch.” After half an hour, his cock was beet-red and swollen more than she’d ever seen it. Droplets of pre-cum were oozing from the tip. He was straining and grunting, trying everything in his power to bring himself across the edge to orgasm.
She adjusted the cushion of her seat. And laughed.
– RomanceLoveLust

I want you to deny me orgasms, as crazy as that sounds. It doesn’t matter for how long. You make the decisions here, and I obey.
Make me get on my hands and knees. You’ll tease me endlessly, and I won’t be allowed to move. The only thing I can do, will be to make those pathetic whimpering noises. Music to your ears.
I want that, to be completely at your mercy. To suffer for no other reason then for your amusement. To be completely Yours.
Mmm. What a good tease toy!
Hello new favorite gif. This make me want to play with myself veerry badly.
So close, yet so far away.
You both struggle to keep that orgasm at bay, feeling it pumping through you both as if trying to force its way through your bodies. You keep changing the pace, speeding up, slowing down and changing rhythm, always to keep the other on the edge as much as you, while making sure neither of you goes over.
It gets harder and harder to think about the other, all your attention seems focused on your own body, concentrating so desperately on keeping yourself on the brink of cumming.
This is the most beautiful agony you have ever felt together, even as it keeps getting more unbearably wet and tense, you want to make it last until there is no more willpower left.

Somebody should just tie me to a chair and edge me over and over. I feel like my own self control is now questionable…











