The Man With Impeccable Timing
I was just setting up the bed. On camera. Routine. A small viewer-controlled vibrator already in me—usually just for show.
But I was 48 hours cum denied. A week untouched. And then he started.
Perfect timing. Gentle, steady, relentless. I hit one dry orgasm… then another… and another. No hands. Just breath and control and his pacing.
Then the peak hit. Full release. Everything clenched. And I started to cry.
Not performative. Not planned. Just the sound of a body surrendering while someone else pulled the strings.
This is the audio. No edits. No script.
Whoever he was… he knew exactly when to push. And I haven’t stopped thinking about him since.
AUDIO LINK
I was just setting up the bed. On camera. Routine. A small viewer-controlled vibrator already in me—usually just for show.
But I was 48 hours cum denied. A week untouched. And then he started.
Perfect timing. Gentle, steady, relentless. I hit one dry orgasm… then another… and another. No hands. Just breath and control and his pacing.
Then the peak hit. Full release. Everything clenched. And I started to cry.
Not performative. Not planned. Just the sound of a body surrendering while someone else pulled the strings.
This is the audio. No edits. No script.
Whoever he was… he knew exactly when to push. And I haven’t stopped thinking about him since.
AUDIO LINK
