It's funny how sometimes you want to do one thing and end up with kinda the complete opposite 🤭

I won't let you wait for the story conclusion. Let's start with what happened, and then I'll dive deeper into it. I thought that it had been a rather long time since I had just let him cum. So I wanted to play nice and jerk him off over my tits. Simple right? Yeah, I didn't tell him the full orgasm part, only that he might have a chance to cum on my tits. I guess I already had a hunch in the back of my mind that things might go a little differently. But anyway, I wanted to just get my tits blasted with some hot cum, and I thought giving him a proper full orgasm would be a nice way to make sure it would be a proper load. But when I saw him starting to shake and curl his toes, I just couldn't resist it, and I just stopped and ruined his orgasm at the very last second. The erotic shiver that I could mean like this was too strong, and before even thinking much about it, I did it. 🤭  
  
Not only I ruined his orgasm, at least most of it, I also squeezed his dick pretty hard, so instead of letting him freely cum all over me, he was lucky something came out at all. One rope of cum flew on my breast, but the rest of it mostly just pooled and dribbled all over my skirt. 🤭😈 I was considering making him clean it up, but even though he had no idea I didn't plan to ruin his orgasm; in my mind, I already teased him enough. So I didn't want to overdo it. Though, thinking back about it, it's been a while since I made him lick it up, so maybe I should've done it. Well, luckily, there's no shortage of cum whenever I get in the mood for it. I am sure that's a deal he would make any chance he gets 😈  
  
Well, that's the core of what happened, but I was almost surprised by the rush of excitement I felt, so I've decided to talk a little more about it. I thought it was going to be a simple, borderline "boring" session. Though I am sure Luke wouldn't describe a full orgasm that way. But that's not the point 🤭  
Unless I am after something specific, I always edge him before making him cum in any way, full or not. I feel edging alone is a reward, as he gets outside the cage, relax a little bit, enjoys my touch, and sometimes there's a special ending to it, sometimes it's just wind-down and recaging. I like to get him pumped, excited. I want to feel the flow, the twitches, all that eagerness I've been building. I've said it before, but I'll say it again: I love feeling his whole being in my hands, that's where his attention is, and that's why I love handjobs. I feel like his while being just shrunk into the palm of my hands.  
  
So when I feel him getting close, I feel quite connected to him. Sometimes I think I feel like I am feeling what he's feeling. Hard to describe, I think it's like watching a thunderstorm, being close to something intense is giving everyone chills. And knowing I am the one causing it, fills me with a mixture of feelings. And sometimes even a little bit of envy. I very rarely want to switch, but I live the submissive side through him. And in moments like these, I feel like I am in a way enjoying both sides at the same time. I feel the thrill of being in control, while enjoying the desire he's experiencing. 🥵  
  
So when he got close, I just could not resist it, I wanted to feel it, I wanted to ruin it, I craved to do something wrong. To feel his relief mixed with desperation and my own depraved pleasure of feeling quite mean. I just could not let him have the full orgasm this time. And I think the last-second decision was better than if I had planned it from the start, because as the one running the session, I am rarely surprised. Well, funny thing is, I can surprise myself. And as for Luke ... there's always the next time. I am sure he'll eventually have a proper orgasm. I would feel almost sorry for him if his cage wasn't twitching so hard after I admitted to him that he nearly got a proper orgasm, but I felt hot being mean 🤭

He almost got a full orgasm ... almost 🤭Story inside the post