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Kneeling before your mistress, your tiny cock twitches in anticipation as she whispers her demands, her voice a velvet hammer driving your arousal. She knows your weakness, your tendency to prejac, and she's here to exploit it. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she counts down, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, her tongue flickering like a serpent's, tasting your humiliation, your torment, your impending, premature release.