It's been over three weeks of steamy behind-the-scenes sex, but there's something about being with me in the studio that makes his body ascend instantly toward a ruin. But not tonight. This is not the ruin room. This merely an angel facesitting session in paper-thin bright pink silky panties.   It's a session to warm him up to be my arm candy at a city festival. I use my ass on his face to control his breath, to control the flow of oxygen to each of his heads, to control what he fantasizes about when we go out, and ultimately to control his orgasm, which stays sealed behind a block. And that's where it will stay, until there's another set of thighs to thrust into your groin or another set of tits for you to ruin on and clean up.