Hi James, I’ve been reading your blog for a month now and I’ve found being called a good girl works way too well on me, as much as I hate to admit it. This is making my experimentation with denial ever more torturous as I nearly cum every time I think about it and leaves me a desperate, dripping mess. I’m blaming you and your sadistic nature for this. And maybe my insatiable curiosity. Any chance of letting me cum to give me some relief, or at least something I can do to persuade you? – Asuna

Oh Asuna, that’s a dilemma. 

I’ve heard it said that

good girls don’t cum.

You want to be a good girl, don’t you.

So no, sweetie. No relief, not for my…

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