Cashapp $sophieluna88

What had started nearly two hours ago as a sexy, sensual, erotic tease was now becoming something else.

What had begun as a slow, gentle, teasing masturbation of his cock was becoming something more.

This had now evolved into a demonstration of just how thoroughly and completely she could sexually wreck a man and she was nowhere near satisfied with the results of her work yet.

She purred softly with lust, a taunting look on her face at his obvious longing when she seductively peeled off her black dress and tossed it aside. A knowing smirk when his gaze was drawn to her soft, round tits heaving gently against a seductive black lace bra. The way his eyes then followed her curves lower, his whimper at the way her hips and pussy were tantalizingly framed, barely covered by delicate panties.

For a moment she slid a leg over him, straddling his stomach, towering above him with an expression of lust, power, and triumph. Gazing down at him she teased, "What's the matter, baby? See something you want? Something you wish you could have?"

"Fuck... yes! Please!"

Leaning forward, enveloping his face in hot, soft cleavage, she purred, "I don't think so, I don't think you don't want it badly enough yet..."

Turning his head gently to one side, her tongue sensually swirled his ear as she whispered, "I want your cock harder..."

Then, turning it to the other side, her mouth now sucking softly on that ear, she purred, "...and your balls fuller."

Her curves then glided sinuously, tauntingly, down his bound, trembling body. Making herself comfortable once again near his cock.

But this was not a continuation of her soft, gentle, stop and start masturbation from earlier. This was different. More intense. Purposeful and with wicked intent.

This was no longer about overloading his senses with dizzying, sensual pleasure. This was about frustration. Agonizing, inescapable frustration.

No longer was she content to keep him floating on a plateau of pleasure from which there was no relief. This was about subjecting him to pleasures so intense he'd find himself at the brink of orgasm in no time, solely to have it taken away from him so her sadistic desire to savor his suffering could be satiated.

Merely stopping was no longer sufficient to keep his orgasm at bay. It took more. Sometimes much more.

A firm squeeze at the base of his shaft. Two hands if necessary.

And if the situation was too dire, his release too close, a firm squeeze of his swollen orbs would send his cum receding helplessly back into his aching blueballs.

Whatever was necessary. It really made no difference to her.

As long as she was able to force him to the brink time and time again and deny his release she was content. And if she sometimes became a little too greedy, pushed him a little too close, requiring her to take more extreme measures to deny his release then so be it.

The incessant onslaught of pleasure and frustration was beginning to have the desired effects on his body. And at the same time he had begun his descent into a mental meltdown, as time and time again his hope for a desperately needed orgasm was crushed by the inevitable frustration of his release being denied.

A meltdown that she was all too delighted to exploit. Teasing his cock was no longer enough for her. She wanted to fuck his mind as well. To break this man to his core with nothing more than how fucking hot she was and how badly she could make him want her.

Her voice taunted him with unfulfilled promises. "Ok, ok, you poor thing, you've waited long enough. Next time I won't stop..."

But of course she denied him again. Followed by faux sympathies. "Oh I'm sorry baby, I forgot... I wasn't going to stop that time, was I? Next time, okay?..."

This man was spiraling and breaking before her eyes, his suffering like a powerful aphrodisiac for her. The air was heavy with the intoxicating, erotic scent of female arousal. His desperation so unbearable he looked lost and incoherent with longing.

Chuckling softly she peeled off her bra and tossed it aside. Straddling his torso, she leaned forward so that her bare tits hovered tauntingly just out of his reach.

Stroking her fingers smoothly along his forehead, through his hair, her voice cooed softly. Soothingly. The sort of gentle tone someome would use if trying to break a person free from being ensnared in a trance.

"Are you still with me, baby? ... hmm?... or have you went somewhere else?"

She smiled at his mindless whimper.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let you go anywhere else... I'm going to keep you right here... with me... I'm not going to let you miss any of this... I'm having way too much fun... aren't you?"

Weakly, pitifully, he begged, "Please??....no more.... I need to cum... I can't take anymore of this... please??... I'm begging you... please make me cum??..."

"Aww, you wanna cum? Is it that bad? But what if I told you I could make you want it so much more? What if I told you I could make it even worse? Wouldn't you want to find out what that would be like?..."

Smirking at his groan and the way his glazed over eyes gazed at her breasts, she teased, "Oooh, see something, baby?... do you like my tits?... hmm?... do you want them?... do you wanna suck them?... maybe that would make all of this a little better for you, hmm?"

She chuckled as his mouth fell open and head nodded. Leaning down ever so slightly yet still keeping them out of reach she urged, "Go on, suck them... you're allowed... take my tits in your mouth, baby..."

He strained forward as much as he could, desperately trying to reach them, but each time he nearly drew her nipple into his mouth she pulled back. Evading him. Taunting him. Denying him.

All the while, her voice teased, "They're right there... don't you want them?... maybe you should try a little harder to reach them?..."

His pleas were so sweet, so desperate, that for a moment she felt a twinge of genuine sympathy for him. But that moment passed quickly.

Instead she slipped her fingers inside her panties, let out a soft moan of pleasure of her own, then teasingly traced circles around her nipples until they glistened with her creamy wetness.

Leaning forward so that her nipples brushed across his face then hovered just out of his reach, she murmured, "Now my nipples taste like my sweet, creamy pussy... doesn't that sound good?... don't you wanna taste them?..."

He strained mightily. Begging. Pleading. Whining in frustration. And then she saw it. Dampness in his eyes. Tears starting to well. He was starting to break. He was almost there. She almost had him.

"No?," she cooed. "You don't want them? That's okay, you don't have to suck them if you didn't want to. Maybe you really have had all you can take... maybe you really do need to cum. Is that what you want?"

"Yesss...," he whimpered weakly. "I need it so bad...."

Descending back down his body, her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft firmly, re-establishing her control over it before her tongue began swirling and lapping around the head.

She smirked as his body jerked in his bonds and hips thrust upward. "Feel good, baby?... want more?... are you ready to cum for me?..."

"Yesss.... don't stop, don't stop, don't stop...."

She continued her ministrations, working him closer, studying all of his telltale signs. But again at the last moment her hands wickedly thwarted his orgasm, firmly squeezing not only his cock but his balls as well, guaranteeing he had no hope of release.

And that did it. The dam finally broke. It was too much for him. Tears of frustration began to roll down his face as he began to softly cry.

"Fuckkk, so fucking hot...," she purred softly with pure, feral lust. "That's it baby, that's what I want... now, let's keep you just like this..."

With a wicked sparkle in her eyes she proceeded to slip an adjustable elastic cock ring down the length of his shaft, cinching it tight at the base then clasping it in place. She then gathered up his heavy cum-filled balls in her hand, slipping another around the swollen pair and cinching that snugly closed as well.

With his cock and balls now essentially ensnared in nooses, she chuckled softly in delight. "There we go, now your cum's not going anywhere... it's going to stay right where I want it. So guess what baby? It's finally time for you to find out just how badly I wan make you want to cum..."

She then continued her merciless, sensual assault on his cock. Stroking. Squezing. Pumping. Grasping. Licking. Denying. Only when his tears of frustration eventually evolved into helpless, broken sobs of desperation was she satisfied.

Smirking down at her broken captive she made her way back up his body, stretching her curves alongside of him, her lips finding his ear. "What about now baby? Now how badly do you want to cum?," she teased in a husky, taunting whisper.

She then began to slowly, seductively, lap up the tears on his face with her tongue. "Mmm, so delicious...," she murmured as she gathered up the salty tears. "Do you have any idea how turned on these make me? How wet they make my pussy?"

Smiling at his whimper she peeled off her panties, and as she teasingly dragged the warm, wet fabric across his face she huskily whispered in his ear, "Dacryphilia... fascinating what turns some people on, huh baby?"

Laughing softly at this groan, whe purred, "Don't worry, I'm not finished with you yet... after everything I've put you through, it's only fair that I let you see just how hard I can cum from breaking you like this..."

"My god...," he moaned in disbelief.

She was already in motion, moving above him, her hips now on either side of his head, effectively rendering him a prisoner to her hot, glistening pussy. Reaching beneath herself, she teased, "See baby? Look how wet...," as she toyed with the wet creamy strands of nectar that dangled tauntingly above him from her silky lips.

"I know baby," she purred in faux sympathy at the sound of his moan. "You wanna see how hard this makes me cum?... you wanna feel it?... and I can do it so many times... over and over...."

Smirking at his whimper as she gazed down at him, fingers raking through his hair, she teased, "Unless you'd rather not lick my soft, creamy pussy? I won't make you if you don't want to. You can just watch instead if you'd rather, I can take care of myself...."

"Nooo!," he immediately whined. "I want to, I want to!...."

Chuckling throatily, she murmured, "Of course you do, baby... because I fucking own you, don't I?"