Slut's Agony: Teetering on the Edge

Bound by ropes, I squirm, my body aching with desire. A vibrator hums against my clit, pushing me to the brink, only to be pulled back. I'm a mess of sweat and lust, begging for release. My captor smirks, enjoying my torment. 'Not yet, slut,' he whispers. I whimper, my body betraying me, desperate for the sweet relief of orgasm, but it's denied, leaving me a quivering, frustrated wreck.

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