I really looked too good in the Brooklyn Haze lingerie not to use it against my sub. So while I’m half-naked in a tiny thong and sheer top, I sit on his face, let his hands roam, and then use my entire body to edge him into the danger zone.

If you thought he might withstand my big ass grinding all over his shaft, you thought wrong. Every slide from the tip down to his balls pushes him closer and closer until the lightest touch leaves the biggest pool of dribble on his stomach. No strong pulse, no spurt, just a sad leak and a swift jab to the balls, so he never forgets that he deserves literally no pleasure.

I’m the constant reminder of what he cannot have.