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Tsk, tsk, darling," she chuckles, "You're falling behind." The metronome's tempo increases, your heart pounding in sync. She watches, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as you struggle to keep up. "Cup your balls, gently," she orders, "Feel the pressure build." Your breath hitches, your groans echoing. "Not yet, darling," she warns, "You know the rules." The metronome's ticking grows louder, more insistent. Your body tenses, fighting the urge to climax. "Now," she commands, her voice a sultry whisper, "Cum for Mommy.