I enjoy the look on her face as I place the last clothes pin on her pussy lips, making it clear that that is not the hole I will be fucking.
Each time she gets close to cumming, I start to play with the clothes pins. I twist and pull them, maybe even squeeze them so they pinch harder. I want the pain to be so bad she can’t cum. I want her orgasm to stop and fade away. She isn’t here to be pleased. She is here for my sick mind. For my twisted pleasure. She doesn’t need to cum. She just needs to make me feel better. That’s all.
This is the kind of punishment i need for being a selfish bitch and taking my focus off the Man using me
















