“poor baby, look at how high you are.. you can barely beg properly”
you slurring words. trying to form a sentence. struggling. “please… i… need…” can’t quite get it out. me watching. fingers inside you. three of them. pumping slowly. keeping you right on that edge.
“how sad, angel. you’re so far gone you can’t even ask for what you want.” curling my fingers. hitting that spot. you gasping. getting closer. me slowing down.
“go on, sweetheart. try to ask permission.” waiting. watching your face struggle. “can i… please can i…” losing the words halfway through. too foggy. me cooing. “aw, you almost had it that time.”
pumping again. steady rhythm. getting you right there. then stopping. just holding them inside you. you whining. “what were you trying to say, baby?”
you blinking slowly. trying to focus. “i… i need…” forgetting again. me being so patient. “need what, love?”
“need to cum… please…” finally getting it out. me smiling. “that’s sweet, honey. but you didn’t ask properly, did you?” starting to move again.
“try one more time.” fingers pumping. curling. you desperate. “please… can i… can i cum?” “you forgot something, baby.” rubbing your clit with my thumb. you crying out. “what do you call me?”
“mommy! please mommy!” finally. me considering. “hmm. better. but i don’t think you really need it yet, sweetheart.”
tears forming. “no… please… i do…” me slowing my fingers. “if you really needed it, you’d be able to ask without all this struggling, love.”
you crying now. frustrated. desperate. me wiping your tears. “aw, already? we’ve barely started, baby.”
building you back up. getting you close. stopping again. you sobbing. “please… please i can’t…” me watching those tears. “can’t what? can’t think? can’t handle being kept on the edge?”
“all of it… please…” you breaking down. me being so sweet about it. “poor baby. it’s so hard for you, isn’t it?”pumping steadily. keeping you right there.
“here’s the thing, sweetheart. we both know i’m keeping you here until you’re crying and incoherent.” you already there. sobbing. me smiling. “look at you… you’re already halfway there.”
you whimpering. realizing. “there it is. finally understanding what i’ve been wanting from you this entire time.” not letting up. keeping that rhythm. never quite enough.
working you like this. minutes passing. you crying continuously. can’t even beg anymore. me being gentle. “shh, you’re doing so well, baby.” not stopping my fingers.
“such a good girl taking everything.” keeping you on that edge. you can’t respond. too far gone. me finally deciding. “okay, sweetheart. since you’ve been so good.” pumping faster. rubbing your clit firmly. “you can cum.”
you barely processing. then falling apart. cumming so hard. moaning. me working you through it. not stopping after. you immediately overstimulated. “wait… too much…”
“awww sweetheart…you think we’re done?” still pumping. “we’re just getting started, baby.” building you again. you crying harder. me being relentless. “you said anything, remember?”
getting you there again. faster this time. “cum for me again.” you breaking. cumming harder. me continuing. “and again, baby.”
over and over. until you’re completely gone. just crying and shaking. finally stopping. pulling you close. “shh, you’re okay.”
holding you while you cry. while you come down. “you did so well, sweetheart.” you just sobbing into my chest.
