Goddess Aria Zahara!


Look who I finally managed to lure in. You tried to resist falling into my little blackmail-fantasy web long enough. But now I have a stroke game that you can't possible resist. Do not touch that cock, not until I say, not until I give you explicit directions on what's expected of you today. Just sit there and let it throb. You just love looking at my hot body in this tiny dress, a little peek at the garter belt underneath. And knowing your fucking life is on the line makes you so hard, doesn't it? So here's what you're going to do..


You're going to open up an email and you're going to address it to me. And make the title, 'Goddess Aria's Blackmail-fantasy Bitch.' And as you're typing that out, you can touch your cock. Here's the deal, so long as you're sending me information, you can stroke. But the second you're done typing, your hand comes off of that cock, do you understand? So once you're done typing that in your hand better be off of your cock. But you want to touch it, don't you? You wanna stroke it for me, you wanna give me everything, don't you? Say it, say, 'I wanna give you everything Goddess Aria. I wanna give you all of my information'. Good boy.


So go ahead and wrap that hand around your cock and type in your first name. Pump as you type and then hands off. That's all you get. That must be so frustrating for you. Do you want more? Are you willing to give me more? Good then pump for me and type your last name. I know it's so scary but you have to do it if you want to stroke. Type it in and hands off. Look at the email, look at your full name, does that make you throb? And it was so easy for me to extract that information from you, wasn't it? Do you wanna pump to my perfect ass? Well then you're going to have to beg me to send more.


I want you to get a good edge in on this one so you're going to type out your full address. Type it out with one hand on your keyboard and one hand on your cock as your pump to my divine ass. It feels to good to stroke as you tell me exactly where you live. Now hand off. You're getting so horny, you just want to pump. Your cock is demanding that you give me more, isn't it? Good, then I want you to confess something humiliating to me or a secret, or some fact about your secret pervert life that no one knows. Type it up and as you type I want you to stroke. Stroke and tell me a dirty little secret of yours. Stroke to my sexy body, my dangerous curves that so easily coax out information you've never told anyone.


Good boy, pump and confess. Get one good edge in on that cock and then hands off. You're so desperate, you want to stroke and cum, don't you? You've never gotten this far in a blackmail-fantasy game, have you? You've revealed so much. But in order to make it viable for real blackmail-fantasy material, you're gonna have to give me some more information. I need a name of someone close to you, someone who doesn't know about this part of you, and a means of contacting them. Stroke and type their name, stroke and tell me who they are to you, stroke and give me their phone number or email address. I know this is getting really fucking crazy, isn't it? It's getting really fucking real. Even just typing it out before you've even sent it has your head spinning. And then as soon as you have that typed out, hands off.


Now I'm going to need something connecting this all back to you. I want you to attach an incriminating photo. Pump as you search for the right picture, face included. Good boy. And once you have it, keep pumping, attach it to the email, keep pumping. And then hover your hand over that mouse. And when you hit send, all of that information is coming to me. I'm going to see you. I'm going to know your name, I'm going to know who's most important to you in your life, I'm going to know your face, I'm going to know your address. And I'm going to hold all of that over you. Keep pumping, hand over your mouse. I'm going to count you down and when I get to one, you're going to hit send and I'm going to allow you to cum. Pump. 3, 2, 1.. Hit send, hand off of your cock. No, you don't get to cum. You just sent me all of that blackmail-fantasy material and you didn't even get to get off. Sucker. Now I want you to go binge on my blackmail-fantasy clips because you don't want that information getting out, do you? Plus I did you a favor by not letting you cum because now you have no post nut clarity and you're still horny and excited and not scared and full of regret.


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