Goddess Jasper – Gamer Girlfriends Orgasm Abuse

Gamer Girlfriends Orgasm Abuse – Goddess Jasper Picture this: It seems like an eternity since your last release. You’ve been so busy you haven’t even thought of it… Until you sit next to your girlfriend. She’s wearing a tight Zelda thong, a loose-fitting crop top that gives you a slight peek of her breasts every so often, and matching knee-high socks as she wiggles and squirms around playing her Switch. The sight of her muscular yet soft body sends you into a frenzy… You simply can’t help yourself. You know you’re interrupting her, but you no longer have impulse control. You reach out, first just stroking her thigh and shortly after grabbing… But she pushes your hand away, insisting you are a distraction from her game. Despite her harsh tone, your cock bulges against your zipper; impossible to ignore. Your mind starts racing, your palms get sweaty, you reach out again… Only to be shot down. Your urges are past the point of chivalry, of patience and waiting. You need to cum like you need oxygen, your heart pounding in your ears and breaths growing shallow. A final reach, but this time for her hand to guide to your pulsing cock. You think, if she knew how badly I need it, how much I am suffering, she would help me. She rips her hand away, surprise and anger flooding her face and soon simmering down to a devious grin. “Thats what this was about?” she states, scanning your face and finally taking notice to your desperation. You wait, mouth agape as she decides her next move… and your cock feels like it will burst the moment she tosses her controller, pushes you down, and stares into your eyes knowingly. Finally you think, I will finally escape from this sexually frustrated mental prison. She pulls down your pants, and gently grabs your rock-hard dick through your boxers; massaging the head and grinning before sending it to slap back down. “Lets get a little more comfortable first” she breathes, maintaining eye contact as she sits back up and begins to strip. Normally, a strip tease would ignite your passion; taking your time to enjoy the view. But in all your urgency, it feels like torture… Forced to stare at soft skin being exposed while your cock aches in your boxers, screaming to feel any form of friction. After what feels like an eternity, she removes your boxers and finally takes your cock into her hand; her now bare soles resting on your chest. You desperately sniff as she gently plays with you, switching from toes, to hands, to soles; Teasing and leading on your swollen cock just enough to keep you hard. You are sweating full-body now, your thoughts a blur of chaos, your balls growing tight. With the little sanity you have left, you begin to grow suspicious… Is she truly aiming to aid your release, or to simply torture you? You seem to find your question soon answered as she rests in between your legs and grips your cock hard, dripping lube and spit to soak your cock and verbally coaxing you towards orgasm. Your body tightens and relaxes over and over, hands shaking and eyes glazing over, mind emptying into your cock. You feel your cum begin to surface, your eyes roll back and your whole body relaxes as the brink of orgasm rises to the tip of your dick… and in the blink of an eye, that burning flame is stoked to a low simmer. You feel… almost pain, a pleasure so intense it hurts. How is this possible? An almost dry orgasm, cock pulsing as if it were still cumming yet the aching urge still persistent in your mind… You manage to re-focus, and find your girlfriend laughing and mocking you. Whatever that was, she did it on purpose… you think, as you watch her stroke your begging cock with just two fingers. Finally, your questions answered; “Your cock controls your life. So, that means… I control your life. Because you’re weak, and that cock can’t resist me.” Her game made apparent, you can only sit and pray that she decides to allow your release; your dick calling the shots. This time, as she finishes keeping you hard enough to suffer with no friction, she drips more lube and begins to stroke hard and fast. Your skin begins to flush bright red and all of the unimaginable body functions that led you to desperation remain, yet seem overbearing and impossible to resist. Every touch sends a warm and sharp feeling through your cock and up your entire body. She has switched her tone from cold and mocking back to sensual and breathy, and you almost start to beg her to slow down. The sensations are too strong, your cock bright red and sensitive to any touch; but you dare not put your orgasm on the line. The buildup is stupefying, every muscle in your body tightening, every sensation multiplying. You stare into your girlfriends eyes, helpless to her hand as tears begin to form. When she drops your cock and lets it dry throb on your stomach, she begins degrading you and laughing before smacking it twice and grabbing it angrily. “Your cock means nothing to me, yet everything to you. Its a tool… To redefine our relation