Oh my, Gloria! You just make me crazy, gorgeous!
“Why, what’s the matter, baby, can’t you handle it? You just need to get a grip!, she laughs, locking me in with the challanging, hypnotic stare on her beautiful face!
Uh, ya, well, gorgeous, that's kinda the problem, actually -– I'm certainly “handling it”-- I can't believe how much you've got me "handling it"!
“Just can’t stop masturbating, can you baby?”, she whispers with a bitchy smirk -- as she strikes the most outrageous, seductive poses, takes the most incredible, teasing positions, and pulls the most stunning, calculated moves ("Does this help, baby?")!
Ya, Gloria, you've got me hopelessly trapped -- and transformed into an automated, perpetual masturbation machine -- with a straining, solid core, carbon steel dick -- leaving me shocked and stunned -- knowing now I'll be endlessly “handling it”, squirming and struggling, helplessly locked in, with a constantly pumping, securely set, fixed “grip"! Guess I'll have a LOT of time to think about how you've managed THAT so well, huh, gorgeous? -- so easily... so completely... and so permanently...
Uh, ya, well -- nice job, Gloria, very clever, well done -- very... well... done, babes...