Princess Wolf

"Keep still," I murmur, voice low so only you can hear. "No squirming.”

I tap the intensity up another notch. The sudden stronger buzz forces a tiny whimper from your throat. Your nipples are hard against your thin blouse, and I know without looking that your panties are already soaked around the toy. I lean in, smiling, and slide my foot forward until my shoe presses lightly against your ankle.

"Spread a little. Let me see how wet you are getting." When you obey, I reach down to pick up my napkin and glance over, you wetness clearly soaking through those cute pink panties of your. When I sit back up I immediately press the button again, sending a quick series of pulses that make your hips jerk. Your face flushes darker. I keep my expression calm, almost bored, while my thumb dances over the controls, changing the pattern every few seconds so you never get used to the rhythm.

"Look at me," I order softly. "Eyes on mine while I play with your cunt." Another sharp increase in vibration makes you bite your lip hard. I watch the struggle play across your face, the effort not to moan, not to rock your hips against the seat. Your breathing is shallow now, chest rising fast. I can see the sheen of sweat starting at your hairline.

I lower the intensity just enough to keep you desperate, then lean back in my chair, sipping my drink like nothing is happening. "Good girl," I praise quietly. "Stay quiet for me. If you make a sound, I’ll turn it all the way up and leave it there until you’re shaking. Understand?"

Your nod is shaky, eyes glassy with need. I smile and tap the screen again, sending another teasing pulse straight against your clit. Your whole body jolts, but you manage to stay silent. I reward you with a slower, rolling pattern that makes your thighs tremble under the table.

My fingers slip into her panties and I need to bite her shoulder so I don’t make a sound when my fingers are coated instantly in her wetness.

“You’re perfect.” I whisper into her ear, my fingers circling her clit so gently she bucks her hips forward. I play with her just like that, gently then firmer then gentle again. Each time I think she’s going to make a noise I stop. Edging her over and over until she’s shaking and trembling against my thighs, struggling to keep her breathing even, teeth indents in her lip from how hard she biting it. I can feel her soaking through her clothes and mine.

“Don’t make a sound.” I nip at her earlobe.

When I finally stop pulling my fingers away I feel her jerk, hear the gasp and my free hand is over her mouth in an instant, muffling the sound, pushing my fingers into her mouth to give her something to suck on to keep quiet as she comes.

"please, its too much"

movements becoming erratic because they’re so focused on my pleasure, so overwhelmed by every little whimper i make. so much that they only slow when they feel my hands on their hips, guiding them back and forth a few times.

their lips pressed to my neck, my collarbone..biting and suckling..making sure they leave marks because they want everyone to know who made me feel this way.

one who can’t stop those needy whines from slipping past when they realize just how soaked i am for them. my slick coating their strap and making my thighs shine.

a needy, service top who refuses to cum until i’ve gone lax underneath them, body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.