I don’t rush. I tease. I whisper promises in your ear before fulfilling them with my tongue. I use every part of me to torment you sweetly—from fingers that trace, to lips that barely touch, to deep oral that builds and breaks you with pleasure. Light spanks, warm oil, playful denial—every moment with me is a slow, calculated game of surrender. You’ll beg, you’ll gasp, and in the end, you’ll thank me for making you wait.