Dol.

"look at you, already humping my hand like a desperate little puppy. couldn’t even wait two minutes before you started grinding on me, could you ?"

"that’s pathetic. so needy you’re rutting against my palm like it’s the only thing that matters. go on, keep going. show me how badly that greedy cunt wants attention."

"aww, what’s wrong, angel ? is my hand not enough for you? you’re soaking through it already and still humping like a brainless little slut in heat."

"gosh, you look so ridiculous right now. hips twitching, thighs shaking, making those little whimpers every time you press your clit against my fingers. you’re really getting off on this, aren’t you ?"

"that’s it, hump harder. use my hand like the desperate toy you are. you don’t even care how embarrassing this is, do you ? you just need something to rub that sloppy pussy on."

"mmm, listen to those wet little sounds. you’re making such a mess. all because you can’t control yourself for even a second. how adorable."

"are you touching yourself yet, angel ?" i ask, my voice a low, smooth purr. a soft whimper is my only answer. "good girl. i want you to slide your hand down your stomach, nice and slow. let your fingers trail through your folds. are you wet for me ?"

a soft, breathy "yes" crackles through the speaker. "tell me how wet you are," i command. "so wet," you whisper, your voice thick with need. "good. now, i want you to slide two fingers inside. that's it. feel yourself stretching around them. now, curve them up, find that spot, that special spot that makes your whole body clench. good, now rub it for me. in little circles. don't stop."

i can hear the wet, slick sounds of your fingers moving inside you, a rhythmic, erotic percussion that's driving me crazy. "that's it, darling. you sound so fucking hot. i can hear how wet you are. i wish i was there. i'd be between your legs, my tongue replacing your fingers, tasting you, devouring you."

you moan, a low, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "are you getting close " i ask, my voice a low, urgent growl. "yes," you gasp, your voice a ragged, breathy mess. "i'm so close."

"good," i purr. "i want you to keep going. don't you dare stop. i want you to cum for me. i want you to cum so hard you forget your own name. i want you to scream my name so loud the neighbors can hear you. cum for me, angel. now."

your breath hitches, a sharp, panicked gasp, and then you're cumming. i can hear it in the way your breathing catches, in the way your moans turn into high, keening cries of pleasure

"that's it, sweetheart, let it go," i coax, my voice a low, soothing murmur. "let it all out. feel it washing over you, feel your whole body shaking. you're such a good girl for me. you're so beautiful when you cum."

i listen to you ride out the waves of your orgasm, your breaths coming in ragged, shuddering gasps, your body a trembling, overstimulated wreck. when you finally quiet down, your breathing soft and even, i'll just whisper, "good girl. you made me so proud."