Every stroke of my fingers destroys any self-control you think you can still maintain.
My appetite grows every time her moisture drips from her body.
My fingers become almost tortuous as I play with your vagina.
Your swollen lips begging to be touched, begging to be swept away.
Your clitoris contracts with each slow blow.
The throb pulsing through your body as my fingers glide lightly over your clit.
Your hips move almost involuntarily as you yearn for more pressure, more roughness, but I'm in no rush.
It torments playing almost sadistically and stroking your vagina getting closer and closer to the pleasure you crave and then making you wait.
I'll make you come but only when I choose.
Tonight you are my toy, and before you come you will beg me for more.
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