onedeadpoet:

“That’s it, relax, baby. Feel my folds envelop you…glide over your sensitive spot. The spot that makes you moan and groan with every pass. Yes, I know just how far down to go then right back over it as to not offer it…or you…any relief. Just deeper pleasure. More sensitivity.

I grip you tighter. There’s no escape. You can’t move, can’t even think anymore. You’ve lost count of the edges, which is fine. You’re my toy to tease and control. And we have a lot more time together tonight.”