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With a cruel smile and a flick of her tongue, she begins her game. "Touch yourself," she purrs, her voice a whip crack in the silent room. Your hand moves, cupping your balls, stroking your length. She watches, her eyes hungry, her breath catching as you follow her orders. But just as you're about to explode, she stops you. "Not yet," she growls, her voice laced with sadistic pleasure. "Again." She makes you repeat the cycle, over and over, your body wound tight, your cock aching for release. But she won't let you. Not until she's ready. Not until she says so.