you'll never touch Them. you'll never be close. you'll only watch and stroke like a pathetic little viewer. Goddess Ambra and Goddess Samariel know your weakness: their round, perfect asses wrapped in tight, glossy leather.They know your hands twitch the second They turn around. you'd do anything to be under Them, buried in Their scent, used as Their human cushion. But no, you're not good enough. you just sit there stroking, desperate and denied, while Goddess Ambra touches Goddess Samariel in the way you never will.They bounce, They tease, They smirk as They own you without lifting a finger. you'll stroke when told. you'll ache without release.Stroke for Them, jerk for Them, be denied by Them