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Mistress' Taunting Nipple Play: Edge, Don't Cum
This is no ordinary CFNM scenario. The room is charged with a palpable tension, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The woman, dressed in a form-fitting latex catsuit, prowls around her male subject, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She commands him to strip, to expose himself to her, and he complies, his cock already hard, his balls heavy with unspent seed. She runs her fingers along his length, her touch light, tantalizing, before moving up to his chest, her nails scraping across his nipples. He gasps, his cock twitching, and she smiles, knowing she's found a weakness. She orders him to stroke himself, to bring himself close to orgasm, and then, just as he's about to cum, she tells him to stop. He groans, his body trembling with the effort of holding back, his cock pulsing with need. She laughs, a low, seductive sound, and tells him to start again, his torment far from over.