Look at you aching for it. My strap is going to stretch you wider than anything you’ve ever felt, and that tiny cock of yours is already throbbing just thinking about it.
One wrong move and you’d be apologizing for finishing way too fast again. That’s why you’re locked, staying right there with your hands where I can see them.
You find me relaxing by the pool, looking right through you. Your tiny cock is already trying so hard, but you’re still too afraid to get close. How sad.
That little cock is doing its best right now, isn’t it? Trying so hard even though it knows it’ll never be enough for someone like me. Keep trying anyway.