My fingers slide slow between those soft lips, circling that swollen clit just enough to make you twitch and whimper. Every time you start to grind and chase it, I stop. Hold you still. Whisper “not yet, baby” against your ear while you squirm and soak my thigh.
Isn't it humiliating how easily you give up all sense of control when I'm around, sweetheart? It doesn't take more than a glance for you to empty your head of any thought except for pleasing me at the expense of your own dignity. Ready to beg and bark for my amusement.