Busting your balls is my ultimate pleasure

His desperate need for release is clear as she takes control, her wicked smile promising pain and pleasure. She runs her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, then pushes him away with a cruel laugh. Her fingers tease the sensitive flesh, sending jolts of agony through his body. He squirms, pleading with his eyes, but she relents only to tighten her grip. Her laughter mingles with his strained groans as she holds him at the edge, denying him the solace he craves. In her skilled hands, his agony becomes a deep, primal need, a testament to her mastery. Each cruel touch is a step closer to the ultimate release she cruelly withholds, leaving him a whimpering mess, entirely at her mercy.