Bad Boys Get Punished: Edging Torment

You've been very bad, haven't you? Running that pretty mouth. Disobeying every rule. I don't issue warnings—I issue punishments.

Officer Danielle's putting you in restraints. Not the kind you can touch. The kind you feel.

Your wrists? Bound to that chair. Your cock? Already throbbing and I haven't even started.

I'm stripping out of this uniform piece by piece. Belt drops. Button by button on this tight shirt. You watch my tits spill out of this bra but you don't move. You don't fucking dare.

Each lash of my whip cracks inches from your aching dick. A reminder: good boys suffer quietly.

Now I'm naked. Bouncing. Jiggling. Soft curves right there — six inches of empty air separating my wet pussy from your desperate, leaking tip.

I grab my 10-inch monster. Thick. Veined. The kind that makes your pathetic cock feel invisible.

I fuck myself slow at first. Eyes locked on yours. Watching you squirm. Watching that pre-cum pool in your lap while I stretch my tight hole wide, moaning like I'm being ruined by something you'll never be.

Then hard. Fast. Slamming my hips until I'm convulsing. Seizing. Cream dripping down to my asshole while I **scream **through my orgasm—

And you're still sitting there.

Your freedom? Your release? That depends on your discipline, bad boy.

How long do you last before you break?

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