It's okay, [ she cajoles. And she means it; after all, she's only ever placed a hand between her legs for the purpose of stress relief, a method to exhaust her into sleeping. Slowly, she lowers herself to the floor so she can observe him tug at his cock above her. She can almost convince her mind to fall into a fantasy, persuade it into believing he's so impatient to slide into her that he has to grip himself to alleviate the ache. ] I want to watch you.
[ Because it's an educational demonstration, yes, but she's fascinated by the twist of his strokes and how his cock glistens where he's coated his shaft in her arousal. She groans aloud at the sight, unabashed by the roaming path her fingers outline along her collarbone and toward her chest. Her fingers roll and pinch the tightened bud of a nipple without mercy, refusing to look away from the filthy sight he's granted her. ]
Do you think about me? [ She tugs harder, whining at her own roughness. Abruptly, her hands slide downward, tracing gentle circles at her abdomen. They seem to drift lower and lower, and lower still, until she has a thumb just barely brushing her clit. It's the alternative to what she truly wants to do, compelled to take him in her mouth and revel in how he tastes of her. ] Do you think about me when you touch yourself?
and beats the shit out of ppl like a badass. aesthetic
[ Because it's an educational demonstration, yes, but she's fascinated by the twist of his strokes and how his cock glistens where he's coated his shaft in her arousal. She groans aloud at the sight, unabashed by the roaming path her fingers outline along her collarbone and toward her chest. Her fingers roll and pinch the tightened bud of a nipple without mercy, refusing to look away from the filthy sight he's granted her. ]
Do you think about me? [ She tugs harder, whining at her own roughness. Abruptly, her hands slide downward, tracing gentle circles at her abdomen. They seem to drift lower and lower, and lower still, until she has a thumb just barely brushing her clit. It's the alternative to what she truly wants to do, compelled to take him in her mouth and revel in how he tastes of her. ] Do you think about me when you touch yourself?