She's got you in the palm of her hand, literally. This teen goddess controls your every move, her voice a sweet poison in your ear. 'Touch yourself,' she commands, her breath hot on your lobe. She dictates your pace, your pressure, your pleasure. You're her puppet, your cock her puppet string. 'Harder,' she insists, her voice like velvet-covered steel. 'You're going to cum for me, aren't you, my little slut?' You nod, desperate for release, but she's in charge. She decides when you cum. And she loves it.