Shiny Purple Ruin

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Two seconds of purple shine and your sentence collapsed mid-word. I peel the wet-look strap flat against my hip and your jaw drops open like a broken drawer. Two fingers. That's all you earned. My guided masturbation runs on my count, my pace, my bored little smile -- hands off the second I say off, and your hand hovers there twitching because it stopped belonging to you. Four rounds of edging games, sweat going cold on your chest between each one, every round draining more thought out of your skull until shiny bikini gooning owns a permanent room in your head. You say thank you out loud while you stroke. Louder. This gooner humiliation ends with a femdom denial countdown you don't win -- you spill because I got bored, not because you earned it. My laughing follows you into the next time you touch yourself, and the tiny Asian femdom in purple never learns your name.