Soft edging: a calming and relaxing massage where their hands keep drifting over sensitive spots, rubbing, holding, stroking, and pinching. Nothing too hard, nothing too fast, it's supposed to be relaxing. And yet the pleasure keeps adding up, not enough to drive you through the edge, but keeping you there. Low lights, soft music, maybe a candle right around the corner. Everything feels great, however, you need more, you're rolling your hips for more, your body is trembling whenever their hand brush over somewhere you desperately need touching. Not enough. They are trying to drive you insane, you know it, but they look so calm caressing your body, exploring the skin, smiling softly whenever you quiver under their touch. You want more, but it feels good, they feel good, you can take it. Until you can't, until your mind is getting foggy, until you feel so hot, so desperate and needy that you're almost reaching for their hands to guide them to where you want to feel them the most. Unfortunately, the restraints keep you from doing so, the only thing last to do is begging. "Please..." the soft plea move past your lips, and when their eyes move from your sensitive body to meet your gaze, there is a proud smile on their lips. Instead of giving you what you want right away, their answer is a simple "Good, now beg some more and I might let you cum" making clear that this is far from over.
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