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lorraine who absolutely loves sitting at the edge of the bed with you kneeling between her thighs while she slowly pets your hair and makes you confess every filthy thought running through your head. she’ll ask whether you were imagining her fingers inside your pussy while she prayed. whether you thought about her mouth on your tits while she held her rosary beads. every shaky answer makes her wetter too.

lorraine who gets addicted to the way your body reacts when she starts dirty talking in that calm voice of hers. she’ll slowly spread your thighs apart and hum at the sight of how wet your pussy already is before whispering “look at this mess, sweetheart… all from watching me pray?” meanwhile her fingers are rubbing slow circles over your clit just to watch your hips jerk helplessly against her hand.

lorraine who loves playing with your boobs while kissing you senseless against motel pillows after rough investigations. she’ll squeeze them slowly through your shirt first, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they harden for her before she finally pulls the fabric down with this hungry little look in her eyes. she adores hearing the pathetic noises you make when she sucks bruises against your tits while rubbing your clit at the same time.

lorraine who loves when you cum with her cross necklace wrapped loosely around your fist. she thinks the image of you trembling beneath her while whining her name and clutching onto something holy is unbelievably filthy. she’ll keep rubbing your clit through every pulse of your orgasm too, watching your pussy clench around her fingers while she softly praises how pretty you look cumming for her.

you who can barely sit still whenever lorraine starts praying after cases now because your brain immediately goes somewhere filthy. the second she kneels beside the bed your pussy starts throbbing and you catch yourself staring at her mouth instead of listening to a single word she says. lorraine notices every single time. she always notices.

you who completely lose composure the first time lorraine gently pushes you onto your knees for her. your hands are shaking. your thighs are slick already. and the second she cups your face while softly asking “can you be good for me tonight?” you feel yourself clench embarrassingly hard around nothing. lorraine thinks it’s adorable.

lorraine who absolutely loves fingering you while still half dressed after investigations. silk nightgown bunched around her thighs while she presses you into the mattress and slowly works her fingers into your soaked pussy. she keeps eye contact the entire time too, whispering filthy praise about how easily you fall apart for her while your legs shake around her wrist.

lorraine who secretly enjoys overstimulating you because she’s fascinated by how sensitive your body becomes after the first orgasm. she’ll keep two fingers buried deep inside your pussy while rubbing your clit slow enough to torture you, calmly telling you “one more, sweetheart… i know you can give me one more.” meanwhile you’re crying and squirming beneath her because your body physically can’t stop cumming for her.

ambessa who absolutely ruins you with toys because she loves watching how quickly they make you lose composure. she’d pin you against her chest with one arm while holding a vibrator firmly against your clit, keeping it there until your legs shake uncontrollably. meanwhile she’d stay perfectly calm, talking in that deep steady voice while you sob against her shoulder from how sensitive you’ve become.

ambessa who keeps multiple straps because she knows one size or shape never satisfies you for long. she’d spread you open with her fingers first, forcing you to take them while she listens to every wet sound your cunt makes around her hand. then she’d slide the strap into you slowly just to feel you clench desperately around it before eventually fucking you hard enough to leave bruises blooming along your hips from how rough her grip gets.

ambessa who absolutely loves when you grind on her thigh because she can physically feel how soaked you are through your panties. she’d sit there with one large hand gripping your waist while you ride her muscular thigh desperately, whining every time the fabric catches against your clit just right. meanwhile she’s smirking up at you like she could watch this forever.

ambessa who secretly records videos of you grinding on her thigh because she loves having proof of how pathetic you get for her. she’d hold her phone low enough to capture the way your hips stutter and shake while you ride against her leg, panties soaked and sticking to your cunt while you whimper her name. every shaky moan and desperate little gasp gets recorded while ambessa calmly praises you for “making such pretty noises.”

ambessa who makes you send her filthy videos whenever she’s away for too long because she knows you can never behave while she’s gone. you’d end up spread out on the bed with your fingers buried inside yourself, filming the slick mess between your thighs while whining about how badly you miss her. ambessa would replay them constantly while away, especially the ones where you cry after cumming because you still aren’t satisfied.

ambessa who sends voice notes back telling you exactly how to touch yourself for her. slow, deep commands in that rough voice while you lay there completely soaked listening obediently. she’d make you keep your legs spread open while you rub your clit exactly the way she instructed, praising you softly whenever you start moaning loud enough for the microphone to catch it.

ambessa who absolutely uses discreet toys on you in public because she loves seeing how long you can hold yourself together before breaking. she’d keep one hand around your waist at crowded events while secretly controlling the vibrations between your thighs, watching your breathing become uneven while other people continue speaking to you completely unaware. the second your knees nearly buckle she’d lean closer with a satisfied grin. “stay still.”

ambessa who loves forcing you to ride her face after she’s had a stressful day because she enjoys how greedy you become once she starts licking into you properly. your thighs would already be trembling around her head while her hands keep you spread open for her mouth, tongue dragging slowly through your cunt while she groans against you at the taste.

ambessa who enjoys overstimulating you because your body gets impossibly sensitive after the first orgasm. she’d hold your thighs apart while your cunt keeps clenching helplessly around her fingers or strap, tears gathering in your eyes while she keeps touching you through every shaky aftershock. every desperate cry only makes her more relentless.

ambessa who gets unbelievably turned on seeing your lipstick smeared after she’s spent an hour kissing and sucking bruises into your inner thighs and chest. she’d pull you in front of a mirror afterward just to make you look at yourself while her fingers slide slowly back inside you again. she loves watching your expression crumble the second you realize she isn’t finished with you yet.