Sharp Nails Desperate Cock

My long, sharp nails trace every vein, every ridge, every desperate inch of eyemblacksheep's aching cock while he squirms beneath my deliberate, cruel precision. I drag them slowly, just shy of pain, just past pleasure, watching his hips buck and his breath catch with each calculated scrape. These nails could shred his ego, could draw a whimper or a bead of precum depending entirely on my mood, and tonight my mood is merciless. I grip him just enough to remind him who owns this erection, then release, letting my claws hover a whisper above his throbbing skin. He'll beg before I'm finished. They always do.