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Ductaping a vibe to her clit on medium and asking her questions. Turning it lower with every correct answer she gives. Turning it up every time she answers wrong.

She’s a smart girl (not for long, but even dummies are good at pattern recognition) and will answer wrong to chase her pleasure.

keeping my voice sweet while i push you right past your limit. i love watching you try to form a sentence, your lips parting, your tongue tripping over words. you look beautiful when you’re struggling to remember how to breathe or speak.

i want to leave you completely incoherent barely able to get out a please or a thank you without your voice cracking and trailing off into another moan.

"see? much better. you don't need to think, darling. i'll do all the thinking for both of us." you’re three orgasms deep and you’ve reached that point where you’ve forgotten how to be a person. your skin so sensitive, your breath coming in short panicked little bursts. i haven't let you up for air once. i haven't even given you a second to remember your own name.

i can feel the way your thighs are trembling against my shoulders, a quiver that you can't stop. you try to pull back, your hands weakly batting at mine, your voice a high broken mess of a sound. "stop please, i can't... i'm done..." i just lean over you, my weight pinning you into the mattress while i bring the vibrator back down. the second it touches your swollen and overstimulated skin, you let out a sound that isn't even a moan anymore, it’s a sob. "i know you think you're done, but look at you. you’re still so wet, still so reactive. your body is telling me a completely different story." i don’t stop nor do I turn it down. i don’t give you the mercy of a break. i just bury the toy against you, keeping the pressure heavy and push two fingers in. watching your eyes roll back until only the whites are showing, your head thrashing against the pillow.

"you can take it baby. you’re doing so well, you can give me one more. i can feel you starting to getting close already."

I love sitting back while she’s straddling my lap, knees on either side of me, half standing so she’s hovering right where i want her. it’s my favorite view. i have perfect access to her chest and i can look her right in the eyes while i take my time.

i’m ignoring everything else at first, just focusing on her chest. i love the whiplash of it. a sharp stinging pinch to her nipple that makes her arch then followed immediately by a slow lick to soothe the ache. i’m being heartless with my teeth and my tongue. she’s so sensitive and reactive, every lick making her tremble.

keeping the same rhythm, flick of my nail against the swollen skin then catching her between my teeth lightly tugging. when she starts gasping, barely able to hold herself up, that tells me her mind is starting to fry. clutching my shoulders just to stay upright.

twirling her nipple, sucking, kissing all over. until I feel her getting close. that’s all it took to get her there. the moment her eyes roll back, about to cum, i slide my fingers inside her while i keep her nipple trapped in my mouth. it’s too much. she just breaks. i hold her there while she’s sobbing and shaking, dripping all over my fingers until she’s limp against me.