You walk in… and I’m already touching myself — pink lingerie soaked, fingers gliding, eyes daring you to stroke along with me.
I tell you exactly what to do. Slow. Steady. Don’t you dare cum. Not until I say.
I spit on my pussy just for you, slide my panties to the side, and let my fingers work while I whisper everything I know drives you crazy. My bra drops, tits slick with spit, nipples hard as I moan your name and tell you to keep edging.
Then the toy comes out… buzzing against my clit while I bite my lip and gasp for you. My legs tremble, my moans get louder, but I still say it: don’t cum yet.
I’m dripping, desperate, full of filthy praise and soft threats — and just when I tell you to stop… I can’t. I explode with a messy, shaking orgasm — all for you.
And you? You re still waiting like a good boy.
