I rewarded them by playing with their clit. They were so slippery, so sensitive, that even after just a few thrums of my fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves, their body tensed like they were about to come. “You going to come for me, Kohl?” I purred and they groaned, their pleasure making them even more eager to serve. “No, I don’t think you will…” I said slowly, still stroking their clit. “Stop yourself. You don’t fucking deserve to come,” I hissed. “You’re gonna watch as I take the one thing you can’t have. Make me feel good from your worthless lying mouth.”
