Arlecchino

"I'm not finished with you just yet."

Is what Arlecchino told you for the damn-near tenth time tonight.

You're exhausted. The entire lower half of your body is practically numb, except for the occasional rush of cool air as Arlecchino yanks the entire length of her strap-on cock out of you before shoving back in.

Your body is covered in sweat, your hair messy from Arlecchino's excessive gripping, your skin covered in lipstick marks and hickeys, your throat sore from the excessive moans constantly spilling from your lips.

And the worst part? You've been at this for fucking hours.

Every single time you feel that same tightening in your stomach, signaling your release, she just.. stops.

Whether she stops completely or slows down to a snaillike pace — just enough to make you feel good, but not enough to push you over the edge — she always leaves you wanting more.

And she doesn't intend giving it to you any time soon.

All because you decided to tease her a little during a video call with one of her subordinates.

"Nice try. You think you deserve to cum after that little stunt you pulled earlier? You're fucking hilarious, gorgeous," She snickered, watching as you tried your best to push yourself against her. "Just a little more, okay?"

She sounded so sweet, but it was clear her intentions were anything but that.