In a game of denial and desire, Khara keeps her soloboy on edge, his cock straining against his pants. She taunts him, "You need some, don't you?" He nods, eyes locked on her fingers dancing around her clit. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "Beg for it." He does, voice ragged, as she finally gives him permission to stroke his hard dick, but only until she says stop. The room fills with his desperate moans and the wet sounds of her pussy, both seeking release, but neither finding it yet.