soft giggles right after you both reach climax, bodies glistening with sweat as foreheads press together, panting heavily. you’re right on the brink of passing out when gentle taps land on your cheek, “eyes on me princess. don’t pass out.”
What if I trained your body to react to my voice alone? Instant. No delay. No question. Just the sudden, helpless need to be filled, used and then praised for how beautifully you give yourself to me.