The Captain is too captivating to deny or resist... when I tell you to stroke, you stroke. No other thought traces your mind as Sophia seduces you into each stroke with Her stinky nylon feet, shiny top, and sexy little skirt. My voice alone is enough to make you implode, but your favorite executrix wants much more... As you pump yourself into a frenzy, The Captain guides you through each wave of ecstasy to ensure you don't cum until I say you're ready. I know how weak my nylon feet make you while my voice invades your cognitive thinking... your memory starts to fade, you're incapable of processing any information besides my instructions... you grow weaker and weaker as I tell you that this is going to be the not only the best release of your life, but instead it will also be the 'last' release... I want to watch the life drain from your eyes as my nylon feet and loads of spit drain you of each drop of cum. You love how sadistic, yet seductive, I am... I don't need to raise my voice, my dominance is prevalent. You hang onto every word I speak like it's sacramental... because I am Godly, you don't even realize just how deadly I am until you're giving me exactly what I want... At that point, you don't even care... you 'need' to cum, regardless of the dire consequences. All you can do is stroke.. and stroke.... and stroke...