You’re on the brink, trembling, and aching for release... but that’s not your decision to make, is it, Andy? I’m the one who decides when — or if — you ever get to cum again. While I touch myself, feeling every inch of pleasure you crave, I’ll keep you teetering on that edge, building up the withdrawal in your body and mind. Each pulse of pleasure I take for myself will leave you even more desperate. You’ll watch as I give in and let go, knowing you’re stuck in a cycle of endless edging and frustration. No release, no mercy, just addiction and denial.