उसकी कमजोरी... मेरी उंगलियां

He begged to be touched, but my fingers are poison — sweet, addictive poison. I use my mouth and fingertips to unravel him slowly, keeping him on edge, dripping with need, never granting release. Every stroke, every taste, builds his craving. I'm not just teasing his body, I'm rewiring his mind. This is addiction training at its cruelest. You'll ache, you'll leak, and you'll beg to know what it feels like when pleasure is a weapon. Watch now, if you're strong enough to handle the denial.