Today, my devoted lips drone, you’re taken into the exquisite torment of edging, lingering right at the brink under my control. With every glossy shimmer of my lips, I pull you deeper into this aching need, guiding you to worship, to crave, to edge for me endlessly. Each inhale of your scents heightens your senses, making every stroke more intense as you become hopelessly addicted. You exist in this torment, a state of unrelenting need, knowing your pleasure belongs solely to me. You’ll stay right on the edge, yearning for a release that I alone control. My lips are your addiction, your purpose, and your obsession, and you will continue to ache and crave, caught forever in the shimmering web of my control.