In a dimly lit room, she lies back, legs spread, fingers dancing over her glistening pussy. Her moans fill the air, but she's not in control here. I watch, my eyes fixed on her every move, my voice commanding her rhythm. "Slower," I growl, "Tease yourself for me." She obeys, her body writhing, her clit throbbing under her touch. I can see her need, her desperation for release, but I won't let her come until I say so.