I love when you try to stay quiet. That silly game where you bite your lip and bury your face in the pillow while Iβm three fingers deep, pumping until your thighs start shaking uncontrollably. The moment you finally crack and moan my name is when I know I own you completely.
Mm, no. You finish when I say so. Whine all you want, every second youβre close, the second you feel me hitting your cervix harderβ¦ faster. Iβll pull my fingers out, laugh at your sweaty, drooling face. You just wonβt get the pleasure of finishing, hon.