You: I keep thinking about something, and I need to tell you…
Her: Tell me…
You: I can’t stop picturing you—laid out, needy, waiting for me. Your body already warm, skin tingling, heart racing because you know what’s coming.
I start slow. My fingers barely skim your skin, teasing, exploring. I know how badly you want me to touch you—really touch you—but I like watching you squirm first. I like knowing you’re aching, desperate for more.
Then my lips follow. Kissing, biting, tasting every inch of you. I trail lower, my breath hot against your skin, my tongue teasing, making you gasp, making you grab at the sheets. But I don’t give in yet—I make you wait. Make you whimper my name before I finally press my mouth where you need me most.
Your thighs shake as I take my time, devouring you. My tongue moving just the way you like, my fingers sliding inside you, curling deep, stroking that perfect spot that makes your whole body tense.
You’re close. I can feel it—the way you tremble, the way your breath shatters. But I don’t let you finish yet. I pull away just enough to hear you beg for it. To hear you say my name in that desperate little voice I love.
You: Tell me… would you beg for me?
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Her: Tell me…
You: I can’t stop picturing you—laid out, needy, waiting for me. Your body already warm, skin tingling, heart racing because you know what’s coming.
I start slow. My fingers barely skim your skin, teasing, exploring. I know how badly you want me to touch you—really touch you—but I like watching you squirm first. I like knowing you’re aching, desperate for more.
Then my lips follow. Kissing, biting, tasting every inch of you. I trail lower, my breath hot against your skin, my tongue teasing, making you gasp, making you grab at the sheets. But I don’t give in yet—I make you wait. Make you whimper my name before I finally press my mouth where you need me most.
Your thighs shake as I take my time, devouring you. My tongue moving just the way you like, my fingers sliding inside you, curling deep, stroking that perfect spot that makes your whole body tense.
You’re close. I can feel it—the way you tremble, the way your breath shatters. But I don’t let you finish yet. I pull away just enough to hear you beg for it. To hear you say my name in that desperate little voice I love.
You: Tell me… would you beg for me?
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