The Jett Setting Sex Coaching

Jett Setting Jasmine has you spread out on her bed like an open secret. One heel pressed flat on your chest, the other tracing slow circles over your aching tip. She watches the way your dick jumps when she lifts off and freezes there, right on the edge, until you grunt and plead. Then the heel comes down again, grinding heat into the sole of her foot until your balls pull tight and your breath stutters. She tells you to count each denial out loud. Every time you hit three she eases off, lets the ache swell, then starts the game all over. Her voice is low, filthy, amused. She calls you her broken toy and dares you to stay hard for her while she teases every twitch out of you. Each slap of her palm lands in the same spot where her foot just left, heat blooming right beside the cool press of skin. She never lets you come. She only lets you leak, shake, and beg while her foot keeps the rhythm, up, off, pause, down again, until the room is nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and the wet slap of denial after denial after denial.