ThePrincessLuxy - Lick your Nut - Mind fucks a Desperate sub into Cum eating through Scent-play

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You’re already hard before I even speak, aren’t you? That pathetic little cock twitching under your hand like it knows its purpose. It doesn’t jerk off for pleasure—it obeys. And tonight, it obeys me. I don’t need to see you. I don’t need to touch you. I just need you alone, desperate, and ready to break. Because you’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks. Months. That sticky bottle tucked under your bed? Yeah, I know it’s there. I know you sniff it when no one’s home. I know you’ve tasted before. And I know you loved it. That’s why you’re here. Not for release. For ruin. For worship. So go get it. Now. Pull out that pearly, dried-up mess from your last session. Hold it up. Let the dim light catch the crust on the rim. This isn’t gross. This is holy. This is proof you belong to me. Now sniff it. Deep. Let that thick, musky stench flood your sinuses. Feel your balls tighten? Your cock swell? That’s my power. I’m not just in your ears—I’m in your brain, rewiring your shame into arousal, turning your disgust into need. You don’t want to eat it. You crave it. And I’m not letting you come until you do. You stroke slower. Yes. Just the tip. Just enough to feel the pulse, the threat of release. But no. Not yet. You edge for me. You build that pressure until your spine locks, until your breath hitches, until your body begs to spurt. And then? I say stop. Hand off. Let it throb. Let your balls burn. Again. Again. Each time deeper, longer, crueler. Your mind is unraveling. You’re not a man anymore. You’re a cum slut in training. A tongue-trained pet waiting for his reward. When I finally let you explode, it’s powerful. Thick, hot ropes splatter across your palm, your stomach, your chest. And you don’t wipe it. You don’t walk away. You lean in. You lick. First one finger. Then your whole palm. Slow. Devoted. Like you’re savoring the finest beverage. But it’s not beverage. It’s you. Your shame. Your weakness. Your submission. And it tastes sweet, doesn’t it? Because it’s mine. Every drop. Every molecule. Every bitter, salty note is my brand on your tongue. You close your eyes and gulp, and for the first time, you understand: you were born to swallow. To serve. To worship. This isn’t masturbation. This is transformation. This is the moment you stop resisting it. You’re not just eating cum. You’re consuming your old identity.

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