Classic Archive Shoot: Just The Tip!

You've never seen me take a man like this. I drive Parker to the edge again and again until his cock swells so tight it looks ready to split. The second he walked in I felt how hungry he was—small town, no one who’d hold the reins. I feed that hunger inch by inch: fingers, tongue, mouth, ass, wet cunt gliding over every inch of him, then gone. Four hours I keep him right there, balls throbbing, breath ragged. He’s never met a woman who knows exactly where to press one finger to make him come without spilling a drop. Again and again that dry climax rips through him until he’s shaking, half-sure he’s about to piss himself. I ease off, let him breathe, then climb on. He thinks he’s finally getting fucked. He isn’t. Only the fat head of his cock slides inside, just enough for one desperate twitch, then I lift away. I ride that teasing inch until my own orgasm washes over me, pull off, and start stroking—slow, merciless—milking him to the last second before I ruin it. Thick ropes spit out, pleasure shredded to nothing, my fist still working until he’s begging every drop back inside.