yummy

i rub your clit over your panties while you perch yourself on my lap and excitedly tell mommy allll about your long day

your legs open willingly as my hands shift from your hips to the bare skin of your thighs. fuck. i've missed you all day, and you're so unbelievably soft underneath my palms, so... pliable

i can't help but squeeze before dragging my hands up towards your waist band, finding you already wet as you begin speaking, already blushing

so. cute.

being gentle at first with a light touch to your damp panties, chuckling and kissing your cheek as you stutter, 'continue, honey'

i press harder, completely ignoring how your thighs tremble and your voice shakes, instead planting soft kisses to your neck, and offering encouraging 'mhms' and 'yes baby, keep talking, mommy's listening' or 'what was that, angel? can you repeat yourself?'

while i secretly enjoy how you come undone under my touch and ache to give you that release, but needing to toy with you a little longer

i bite at the soft junction between your neck and shoulder, hard, relishing in your startled gasp. impatiently rewarding such a noise by speeding up my fingers. groaning into your neck as you lean back into me, panting, muttering breathlessly as you speak on something i don't particularly care about, instead entirely focusing on your fucking hips as they jut into my palm

fucking hell, princess

edging you with the tips of my fingers becomes torturous, even for me because you sound so fucking cute mixing up words or stumbling over your thoughts, it makes my cunt clench with every fucking noise

i bite and suck harder as your eyes slam shut, finally giving in and slipping my fingers under the fabric to graze along your slit. smirking into your neck as you stutter. even more so as my fingers smear your cum over your pulsing clit, exactly where you need them

telling her to say it again, to say she hates me. sliding two fingers inside of her as she begins to speak, listening to her try to stop her words from morphing into a moan. taunting that she might want to try that again, to say it like she means it this time, while curling my fingers just a little more. thrusting deeper every time she says it, cooing disapprovingly as her tone starts to betray how affected she is.

wrapping my hand around her throat and resting her head back against my shoulder as i whisper into her ear. yeah? you hate me, baby? you sure? is that why you're dripping onto my hand? well keep talking, pretty girl. keep telling me how much you hate me. you know, for someone who hates me, you seem seem pretty eager to cum for me.