You're gonna bounce on it for me. And you're going to go exactly as fast as I tell you to, and as slow as I tell you to. When I say go all the way down, you go all the way down until you feel every inch of it stretching you, all the way down to the base.

I start you off nice and slow. Squat down, take it deep, and come right back up. You do it again. And again. All the way down, then all the way back up, until it's just about to slip out of you before you sink right back down. You love this. You love doing it for me. You love going slow, feeling it buried deep inside you, and you love it even more when I make you speed up.

You were so desperate to have this inside you. Squat down and take it like a good little toy. Now grind your way down. Faster. Think of it as a workout, one that's going to make you so much stronger for me. Once you're all the way to the base, grind on it, then rise and start again.

You could be doing anything else right now. You could be stroking. But you're not going to. Not until I'm done with you. Instead you're right there, wiggling down, feeling it rub against you, obeying every single word.

Now all the way down, and hold it. Grind just a little. Feels good, doesn't it? I want to see those eyes roll back. Lift up just a little, then slam back down. You don't get to touch yourself during this. You wait until I give you that countdown.

Up. And very slowly, back down. All the way to the base, then grind. You just need it so much. Big and hard and deep inside you. Pathetic. You're so desperate to obey me and do everything I say, and you just have to keep going, don't you? Weak. Desperate. You only get to finish when I tell you to.

Now nice and fast. Bounce. This is good for you, those squats are going to make it easier to keep up for me. You won't be begging for a break. You'll be strong. Slow it down just a little. Faster. Up, down, up, down.

You are so desperate to please me. Of course you are. You want it. Go faster. Pathetic, weak, desperate. But I'll tell you what, I can tease you all I want, the fact is you're a good boy. Obedient. You do as you're told, like a good boy should, and you take it all the way down. Let those eyes roll back and grind on it, nice and hard. A desperate, obedient good boy. And you love it, don't you?

Jessi B