Violet

watching you realize it’s not working. seeing your face crumble.

tilting my head. “look at you.” i say with a sympathetic smile before continuing. “soaking my hand and trying to hump it because you forgot how to use your words.” feeling you press harder. feeling how wet you are against my palm. still not moving. “that’s adorable baby.” hearing you whimper. “you’re dripping and you still can’t ask properly.”

you shaking your head. hips still rolling. chasing friction that isn’t coming.

“i know.” removing your hand from my wrist. placing it back at your side. watching your hips keep moving against nothing. watching you leak onto my still hand. “but you know what i need from you...” pressing just slightly. feeling you gasp. then stilling again. “words. i need words.”

watching your mouth open. close. watching tears of frustration slide down.

“please.” barely coherent.

“please what..? use your words properly.”

“please touch me... please i need to cum. please i’m so wet.. please i can’t take it anymore—”