There’s a chaos in my need when I touch myself for you. Legs open and inviting, pussy wet as sticky hands play. My whimpers fill the room as I do as I’m told.
You watch me like I’m prey, like you’re going to pounce at any moment, but your need for control holds you back. You’re addicted to the way I obey your requests, but mostly to the way I moan your name.
Chaos turns to rhythm as the sound of your name on my lips turns to song. So close, so close to that beautiful crescendo, listening to your coos of encouragement and praise as I edge myself closer and closer to bliss.
My legs tremble as the waves of pleasure hit, crashing hard as it overcomes my soul. My body writhing as I ride this lustful sensation, until the climax releases its hold.
Panting as I try to calm myself down from my delicious display of sin, a chuckle and your voice brings my focus back to you.
“Mmmm my good girl sure knows how to put on a show”
~Greeneyes