Annabelle was desperately turned on by all the stimulation. Her sexual frustration grew to such an extent that she became a boiling kettle of desire, about to boil from within. Edward kept her so close to being released, but constantly denied her. The girl lost track of time and sweated from the tension and her struggle, she was completely at his mercy. Edward only delicately, very lightly and playfully touched her pussy with his tongue, teasing her clit, making her even more desperate for pleasure. When Annabelle writhed, trying to add some stimulation to her boyfriend's movements, or tried to use her legs to pull Edward close to her, he weakened his grip on the girl's pussy, making her efforts ineffective, and getting sexual release an unattainable luxury, this game drove Annabelle crazy .
From now on, Annabelle was completely broken. Her body will be ready to obey, her mind will be ready to obey whatever Edward does to her. She wanted him to stop, she desperately wanted him to stop, and yet the next moment she desperately wanted him to keep adding a little more to her predicament to spur her forward. But it did not depend on her, no matter how much she wanted it.