Your touch sends me reeling.
Look at you, a little slut in heat. You’re gonna have to beg better than that though aren’t you?
“Don’t move.”
She didn’t have to ask if she could cum. Unless explicitly stated otherwise, the answer was always no.
Denial is art.
Shaping lust from an irregular lump to a refined statue of poised desire. Cultivating every moment thought and touch to form the hardest lines and most beautiful expression.
And then, when its formed, we can surrender to chaos! No, we must keep what we have made and tend it. Tease and touch and rub to freeze the arousal in time, and then build upon it.
You ask me why I keep you aroused? Why I want you wet? Is it because it makes you easier to fuck…because it makes you more willing? Is it because I love the way your contracting and denied pussy feels around my cock?
No. It makes your body and soul, both consumed with lust, a beautiful work of art.
Lovely.
It’s almost hard to decide which hole to stretch first. I’m sure you’re happy with both of them being thoroughly put to use aren’t you?
SubbyLittleKitten 