Snow Squirming Slave

Mistress Skylar Snow moves in slow. Every inch she takes is hers. Your cock twitches when her lips seal around the head. She doesn’t tease—she works it, tongue dragging, cheeks hollowing, spit sliding down the shaft. You fight to stay still, but she smiles like she knows you’ll break. A dildo sits ready beside her. She grabs it, shoves it in and out of herself while her mouth keeps moving on you. Each wet thrust matches the rhythm of her suck. Your balls tighten. She stops, slaps the base of your cock hard with her palm, lets the sting burn through the pleasure. You’re close already. She grins. She climbs on, sinks down, rides you deep while she works the dildo against her clit. Her voice comes low. “Not yet.” She slows her hips, holds you right on the edge, clenches until your vision blurs. Every time you think you’ll spill she stops, laughs under her breath, slaps your thigh, starts again. Sweat beads on her skin. Your breath shakes. She leans in, bites your lip, whispers that you’ll only come when she says. The dildo keeps pumping inside her. You watch her take what she wants and give back nothing until she’s ready. When she finally lets you finish, she makes you watch every drop spill across her tongue before she swallows and smiles like the scene belongs to her.