Edge for me, loser. Feel yourself becoming weaker with each stroke. Let me make that pathetic piece of meat throb as you stroke yourself stupid. You’re my jerk puppet, my stroke addict, and you only obey Bella. You need me to think when you’re in this mental state. You need my voice to fuck your mind even more. You’re going to edge your brains out. You’re going to embrace the frustration of being denied that orgasm. I do what I want with you, and every orgasm that you’re capable of having belongs to me.