I couldn’t believe it when she finally pulled the strap out of her bag. My stomach dropped.“But… that’s not the same size,” I whispered, staring at the much bigger one she was holding. She smirked, eyes dark with lust. “No, it’s not. The one I sent you was just a warm-up. +
I could barely contain myself every time I watched your videos… seeing you struggle and whimper trying to take something so small, knowing I was going to absolutely ruin you with this much bigger one.”My face burned as she stepped closer, voice sweet but firm.+
marking someone up on every area of their body so when they take off their clothes to shower or get dressed in the morning they’re reminded of me and the things i did to them the night before<3!
stumbling over my words, heat creeping up my neck, completely aware that they're watching every reaction. "Yeah," they murmur, seeing it happen in real time. "Much prettier when you're quite."~🐾
Being a brat feels a lot safer over Facetime. I'm smirking, pushing buttons, acting far more confident than i actually am because they're on a screen and i'm here. For a minute, i think i'm getting away with it. Then they just lean back in their chair and look at me. Not angry.+
Not annoyed. Just looking. "You done?" they ask softly. And somehow that's worse. I try to keep talking. keep the attitude going. They smile. "There's my needy little thing." My stomach drops. They haven't raised their voice. haven't done anything at all. But suddenly i'm+
“such a good girl”
* bosses me around *
“lemme see your pretty face baby”
“cum for me”
“did i say you could do that?”
* jealous *
“baby”
* teases me *
“atta girl”
Oh my god im dripping?? Hello??
edging n denial n a “you’re wayyyyy too little to handle anything more than this. if you still need your pacifier to settle down, then making cummies like a big girl definitely isn’t meant for you, angel” kinda way 😵💫😵💫
Their fingers keep tracing dangerously high on my inner thigh while the movie plays, slow and deliberate, like they know exactly what it’s doing to me
every tiny reaction gets noticed. Every shaky breath. Every time my legs twitch apart for them without thinking
“there you go,”+
Their fingers keep tracing dangerously high on my inner thigh while the movie plays, slow and deliberate, like they know exactly what it’s doing to me
every tiny reaction gets noticed. Every shaky breath. Every time my legs twitch apart for them without thinking
“there you go,”+
They murmur softly, thumb pressing just enough to make my head spin
“so sensitive already.” I can barely focus on the screen anymore, just heat, anticipation, and their hand keeping me right on edge in a dark theater full of people then they lean close “don’t close your eyes,” +