I tease you to the limit! Edging Fleshlight Handjob by TheMagicMuffin

*Warning: Explicit sexual content ahead*

Click. The Fleshlight Girls Pink Lady Special Edition glistens under the dim light as I press the power button down. The soft, realistic interior flickers to life, the sleek pink shell tinged with an alluring rosy hue. The Magic Muffin has set the scene perfectly – a dimly lit dungeon, the heavy scent of silicone in the air.

I lean back, the supple leather of the love seat creaking slightly as I settle in. My heart races with anticipation as I take the sleek Fleshlight in hand, the vibrations already sending waves of pleasure through my body. The hum of the toy penetrates the air, a promise of intense sensations to come.

The Magic Muffin appears on screen, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she saunters into view. Her slender fingers wrap around the shaft of the Fleshlight, her vibrant red nail polish contrasting beautifully with the smooth surface. She locks eyes with the camera, her plump lips curling into a seductive smile.

“Hello lover,” she purrs, her voice a sultry whisper. “Are you ready for me to take you to the edge?”

Without waiting for an answer, she leans in, her breath hot against the sensitive tip. Her tongue darts out, flicking teasingly across the opening, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. I clutch the toy tighter, my breath hitching in my throat.

She takes her time, savoring each inch as she slides the Fleshlight into her mouth. Her lips wrap around the base, her throat constricting as she takes it deep. She holds the position, her eyes never leaving mine, before pulling back slowly, her tongue swirling around the tip.

“Mmm,” she moans, licking her lips. “You taste divine.”

She picks up the pace, pumping her hand in tandem with the vibrations. Her grip is firm, yet agonizingly slow. Each stroke sends me closer to the edge, my body crying out for more. But The Magic Muffin has other plans.

She pulls back abruptly, her fingers trailing up and down the shaft, barely brushing the tip. Her touch is feather-light, designed to frustrate and entice. She leans in, her lips a hair’s breadth away, her breath hot against my sensitive skin.

“Patience, lover,” she whispers, her eyes dancing with amusement. “We’re going to take this slow.”

She resumes her ministrations, her pace methodical and teasing. She varies her strokes, some long and slow, others short and rapid. The change in rhythm keeps me on edge, never quite allowing me to reach the peak.

I shift in my seat, my body aching for release. But The Magic Muffin is merciless. She continues her torture, her hand a blur on the Fleshlight. The vibrations intensify, the vibrations reaching new heights. My toes curl, my grip tightening on the toy.

“Come for me,” she commands, her voice a husky whisper. “Let me see you fall apart.”

I obey, my body tensing as I reach the brink. But just as I’m about to tip over, she pulls away, her hand stilling on the toy. The denial is agonizing, my body screaming for release.

“Again,” she orders, her voice firm. “Show me how much you want it.”

She resumes her ministrations, her pace determined and relentless. I chase my pleasure, my body a live wire, desperate for the sweet release. But just as I’m about to reach my peak, she pulls away once more, leaving me frustrated and aching.

We continue this dance, The Magic Muffin taking me to the edge time and time again. Each time, I grow more desperate, my body trembling with need. She keeps me on a tight leash, denying me the satisfaction I crave.

“Please,” I beg, my voice ragged. “I can’t take anymore.”

“All in good time, lover,” she promises, her smile wicked. “We’re going to make this last.”

She picks up the pace, her strokes rapid and intense. The vibrations reach a fever pitch, the toy thrumming with relentless intensity. I chase my pleasure, my body coiled tight, ready to snap.

“Now,” she commands, her voice a husky growl. “Come for me now.”

I obey, my body erupting in a explosive climax. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my vision whiting out. I ride the high, my body convulsing, my cries of ecstasy filling the room.

The Magic Muffin watches, her smile satisfied, her eyes gleaming with triumph. She leans in, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop of my release.

“Delicious,” she purrs, licking her lips. “Until next time, lover.”

The screen fades to black, the Fleshlight going still in my hand. I collapse back against the love seat, my body spent, my mind hazy. The Magic Muffin has taken me on a journey, a rollercoaster of pleasure and frustration.

I reach for the Fleshlight, my fingers tracing the smooth surface. The toy has become an extension of her, a conduit for her skill and passion. I know I’ll be back, eager for another taste of her teasing torment.

For now, I bask in the afterglow, a satisfied smile on my face. The Magic Muffin has delivered, pushing me to my limits and beyond. I’ve never felt more alive, more revived. It’s a feeling I know I’ll crave again and again.

Until next time, The Magic Muffin. Until next time.