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  • Hypnosis Sex While He Watched

    Hypnosis Sex

    Hypnosis roleplay, party fantasy, voyeur tease, boyfriend watching, JOI energy, multiple partners, private room heat

    The house hummed, low bass in the floor and a glow in every doorway. My boyfriend brushed my wrist with two fingers and told me to breathe with him. Five. Four. Three. I slipped into a soft focus that I choose on purpose, glossy smile, mind quiet and ready to listen.

    Call it hypnosis roleplay or party magic. The room narrowed to him and the cues I crave. Chin up. Eyes on me. Turn slowly. I did, letting my hair slide over one shoulder. Men at the edge of the rug went quiet. The air felt charged and sweet.

    He told me to show them how pretty I am. One button, then another, nothing crude, just timing and a look that said keep watching. He set the frame with a nod. I set the temperature with a smile. Someone swallowed. I smiled wider.

    He sat me on the arm of a leather chair and tipped my chin. Focus here. His knuckle traced my throat and my knees forgot their job. He told the room to keep hands to themselves and watch. The way I crossed my legs. The way I sighed when his palm skimmed my waist. The way I counted in a whisper that belonged only to him.

    When the heat turned bright he stood and offered his hand. Private room. I picked who followed, two men who could not look away and one who bit his lip when I smiled. We moved down the hall like a secret that already knew the ending.

    The door clicked. Lights went low. My mouth at his ear. Tell me what to do next.

    Open the Pink Vault Hypnosis roleplay, voyeur tease, boyfriend watching, JOI pacing. Tell me your party scene and I will set the count. First time callers get 5 minutes free.

  • College cheerleader JOI tease

    Pom-Poms and Eye Contact

    College cheerleader JOI tease — cheerleader roleplay, tease and denial, girlfriend show, strict counts that build the heat.

    Practice ended and the gym lights went soft. I was still in my college cheerleader uniform, hair ribbon tight, thighs warm from stunts. Alice slipped beside me, glossy smile, the other half of our trouble. We decided to give my boyfriend a private show. He sat on the edge of the couch, trying to act casual. Cute. We both knew he was already hooked.

    “Sit there and watch,” I told him. “Hands in your lap until I say.” He nodded. Perfect for a little JOI.

    Alice faced me, close enough for my breath to touch her lip gloss. We stretched like we were still on the mat. Slow toe point. Smooth arch. I whispered counts in her ear. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Her hands slid over my hips to correct my posture. Mine traced the satin stripe at her side, just to hear her inhale.

    “Take it out,” I said without looking at him. He did. The room changed. I let the moment hang between us, then tipped my chin. “Do what I tell you. No rushing.”

    Alice kissed the corner of my mouth. She tasted like cherry and victory. We moved together, mirrors in motion, teasing each other with tiny gasps and deliberate patience. I kept him on a string with simple rules.

    “Slow. That pace.”
    “Eyes up. Watch the uniforms.”
    “Hold. Now touch your thigh.”
    “Good. Keep going.”

    He tried to steal speed. I smiled. “Normal. Do not get ahead of my count.” Alice grazed my lower lip with her thumb and I let a small sound slip just for him. The kind of sound you feel in your knees.

    When his breathing went ragged I pressed two fingers to his wrist. “Not yet.” I kissed Alice again, longer, and she tugged my ribbon loose. We stayed close, cheeks flushed, letting the air thicken with promise.

    “One more series,” I said. “My voice. My timing. Earn the finish.”

    Count Me Down — Uniforms, strict counts, cheerleader JOI. I call the tempo, you hold the edge. First-time callers get 5 minutes free.