just a thing born for your pleasure

hanging out with our friends but they don’t know i slipped a vibrator inside of you— what else could i do? you were being so, so touchy on the car ride, trying to get me to fuck you right there in the parking lot where anyone could’ve seen us. you were such a brat, pulling my hand between your thighs even after i said not right now… you should’ve listen, cause now every time one of our friends talk to you, i turn on the vibration to make you struggle to even breathe properly. “i wanna feel good”, that’s what you said early, hm? i’m letting you feel good, honey… but don’t think i’ll let you cum, right in front of everyone? nah, i’ll keep edging you until your panties are drenched and you need to bite down on your lip to keep those naughty sounds in. maybe if you behave and ask nicely, i can drag you to a more intimate place where i can finger your cunt until your legs give up— you’re a wet mess already, it’ll be so easy for me.

Hickeys? Hot. Bite marks? Hotter. The imprint of my hands left on your wrists after pinning them so hard that it looks like a burn? Fucking perfect.