F4M 23 Every time I denied my pussy, I long for it even more

Every time I deny myself, I crave it even more—my pussy drips, aches, and clenches around nothing as I pull my fingers away just as the pleasure reaches its peak. I whimper, I tremble, I moan your name like a desperate little slut, but I love the agony too much to give in. Every wave of pleasure only makes me wetter, hungrier, more addicted to the sweet ache of being held on the edge of arousal, with no release.