"I wish that I had complete control of Jon's arousal and orgasms,"
"Karyn, no! What are you doing!?"
"Jon, you made me into your cock, I might as well control what it does best."
Jon grunted trying to control his arms but couldn't, a natural refractory period fading away to a mind that burned like wild fire with every heartbeat. Gripping against what was her waist with the stone pressed against her and went excruciatingly slow.
Karyn felt her body go stiff, sensitive, and unable to turn her head again, feeling that all too familiar pressure in the back of her throat where she wanted it. She was making his arms move slow and keeping him at the point just before orgasm, causing her to drool his pre.
This did not change the fact that she still wanted to cum too, but in this way, she was able to talk and keep him in control.
"You see Jon, I wanted to make things interesting... I won't let you cum until I get what I want..."
Jon couldn't utter a word, and ideas or thoughts would be interrupted with fantasy after fantasy, women after women.
He tried to think but all that could exit out of his mouth were moans.
"I... Uhghhnn~ I... W-aaHhh~"
Jon kept trying to wish for something, but the edging of Karyn was too much, making her giggle with her face red with lust and power feeling his blissful squirms for control.
" Jon the way you moan almost makes fighting this urge worth it... Ma-" licked up the trail of pre that collected at her lips, "Maybe I'd forgive you for turning me into your cock if I had some more control over something else? Hmm?"
"I wish..."
