Stop resisting this urge, boy. Don’t turn your phone off. Don’t look away. I need you. I need this little game we play. A game of cat and mouse if you will. You try to turn your eye but that little spark in your head begs you to cum for me. Begs you to watch my stroking motions and tease of my body. My little giggle. My command. Come, boy, come stroke for me. I’ll make you feel so good.
