She denies me sex and makes me masturbate until I climax on her phallus.

In a twist of fate, my lover has decided to withhold her body from me, forcing me to indulge in self-pleasure. She watches as I stroke myself, her eyes hungry and her desire palpable. Yet, she denies me the satisfaction of entering her. Instead, she presents her synthetic cock, a stand-in for what she won't give me. She commands me to climax on it, her voice firm and her expectation clear. I oblige, my hand moving faster as I feel the edge approaching. The sight of her, her natural tits heaving with anticipation, is too much to resist. I release my load onto her synthetic member, the sensation of her silky skin against my fingertips driving me over the edge. She watches as I climax, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. This is our new game, a tantalizing dance of denial and submission. And I, dear viewer, am her willing participant.