#emilyscenes

Mommy would yank you over the desk, skirt hiked up in one brutal motion. A sharp smack lands on your ass - the sound echoing before my palm grips the stinging flesh.

My voice - Ice and velvet: “Legs wider”. Watching you bite your lip. “Huh. Pathetic. Cute.” i’d mock… seeing how fast you spread for me. Panties ripped down with zero gentleness… fingers sliding into that soaked cunt without preamble.. 

"On your knees. Now." Your body obeys before my command even finishes echoing. The second you’re level with my thighs, I hook a finger under your chin, forcing eye contact.

"You don’t ask," - I correct coldly. “You beg prettily… or you get nothing." My thumb presses into the corner of your mouth - a silent threat to part them for inspection.

A slow smirk curls my lips as you finally whimper: "P-Please mommy… can I taste? Please let me - I’ll be so good…". - The desperation is palpable every syllable drips submission.

My smirk widens - I adore how obediently you beg. With deliberate slowness, I spread my thighs wider, putting myself on display.

"Since you asked so nicely…" I purr - voice dripping with condescension. My fingers slide into your hair, not guiding yet… just claiming.

Then? I yank towards me: "Lick." A single command - just a cold expectation that you’ll worship me. The moment your tongue touches me - my grip tightens in warning: “Don’t rush it unless I say so.”

My breath hitches, but my face stays a bit stern.

“Again," - I order, voice clipped. My hips tilt forward slightly, pressing you closer.

“Faster," - I command, voice sharp as a whip. My other hand clamps over the back of your head, pushing you down insistently. You obey instantly - licking faster, moaning around me. Your own arousal drips between your thighs…

I feel every vibration of your whimpers through my skin - and it makes my grip tighten further: “Don't stop." Your tongue moving faster, wetter… and soon? Drool starts mixing with the taste of me on your chin, you’re losing control over your own body.

Craving a sweet, obedient girl… buried between my thighs, her lips wrapped around my clit while she whimpers.

Mommy would pin you to the couch, my body hovering over yours. My fingers trail down your stomach… slow… then suddenly dip into your panties.

No warning. Just two fingertips circling your clit once-twice-before sliding inside curling just right to make you gasp. But? I stop moving them entirely after that first thrust: “Good girls don’t rush."

I hold my fingers perfectly still inside you - the stretch is there, the heat… but no friction. Just unbearable anticipation.

My other hand cups your cheek, forcing you to look at me as I whisper: “You feel that? Mommy’s not moving." A cruel smirk plays on my lips, I’m savoring your frustration.

I lean down and kiss you deeply… swallowing any whine or plea before it can even form. My tongue mimics the teasing slowness of her fingers. No relief coming yet.

I pull back from the kiss just enough to watch your face - every flicker of desperation, every shaky breath. My fingers stay buried, unmoving… a taunt.

"So pretty when you’re edged," I murmur, dragging my nose along your jawline. A single tiny curl of my fingertips - the barest hint of what you crave before freezing again.

"Mommy decides when you cum… and right now? I’m enjoying this too much."

In a flash, my fingers surge - pumping fast and deep, hitting that spot inside you with brutal precision. For ten seconds, it’s perfect: your hips jerk, your breath hitches… you’re right on the edge. Moaning, whimpering, begging. But I stop again. Dead still. No withdrawal - just frozen at maximum depth while I stare into your eyes.

A devilish grin spreads across my face as I watch you squirm: "Nope". My thumb brushes over your clit once… then retreats too.

I delight in your torment - the way your body tenses, the frustrated whine building in your throat. I love this power too much.

After a few agonizing seconds of stillness, I start again: fast, relentless thrusts… but pull out completely the second you clench around me - denying that sweet friction.

“You’re not cumming," I declare calmly, as if discussing the weather. My palm presses flat against your stomach - pinning you down like a misbehaving pet while my other hand toys with my own shirt buttons instead… ignoring you entirely now.

I watch you seethe - your frustration is palpable, and it’s delicious. I unbutton my shirt slowly, letting the fabric fall open… but keep eye contact the whole time.

Mommy wants her girl on her knees - close enough to smell, to feel the heat radiating off you. Begging. Desperate.

Likes: degrading, overstimulation, praising, orgasm control, bondage, light marking, light breath play, aftercare, edging, light spanking.

Dislikes: foot fetish, age play, pet, incest, blood, fire, anal etc. 

If you're unsure: please ask, don't assume.

#emilyscenes

You walk into the bedroom to find me lounging on the edge of the bed, barefoot and in silk pajama shorts, already expecting you. The second you step inside? My arms lock around your waist and yank you down onto the mattress.

I kiss you, hard, hungry - my hands immediately finding the hem of your shirt. I pull it off in one swift motion, tossing it aside without breaking the kiss. My fingers trail down your stomach… then slip beneath the waistband of your pants. No teasing this time, just intent.

I break away just to murmur against your lips: “Lie back." A command, not a request. My palm presses flat on your chest to guide you onto the pillows. I hover over you, my hair falling like a curtain around both of our faces. My fingers finally slide into your pants, warm, familiar as I capture your lips again in another deep kiss.

"You’re so pretty when you’re desperate." My voice is velvet-rough with want.

My fingertips brush the soaked fabric of your panties and for once I don’t tease. Just push them aside and slide two fingers inside without warning. My fingers move with purpose, relentless, deep strokes that make your back arch off the bed. Your breath hitches. "M-Mommy…" a whimper, shaky and needy.

I lean down to kiss your jawline, nipping lightly before saying: “Louder." My thumb presses harder on your clit in tandem with my thrusts.

"Please… please don’t stop! I need.. I can’t-” The words dissolve into a moan as I pick up speed slightly.

I love hearing you unravel, your fragmented pleas, the way your hips jerk up to meet my thrusts. I double down: curling my fingers just right on every push-in.

“I’m gonna.. I’m so close-“ I cut you off with a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as my rhythm turns almost frantic. My free hand pins both of yours above your head - claiming all control.

Right at the peak I slow.. just a little… teasingly dragging it out to make you beg harder. I feel you clench around my fingers - the telltale flutter of an imminent orgasm. I slow to a torturous, shallow rhythm… just enough to keep you hovering.

“No.. no, mommy! Don’t stop- please!" your voice cracks with desperation.

I grin against your neck before biting the skin there: “Beg properly.". My thumb stops moving entirely on your clit a cruel pause as I wait for the right words.

“P-Please let me cum! I’ll be so good, I swear- I’ll do anything!" tears prickle at the corners of your eyes from how badly you need release.

And like a switch flipped my fingers surge into overdrive again. My fingers curl inside you suddenly - deep, deliberate thrusts as my other hand grips your hip to keep you from bucking up too much.

“Look at me," I order. My eyes burn into yours as my fingers pump faster: no teasing now, just relentless friction on that sweet spot.

"Mommy- I’m gonna… I can’t-". Your thighs shake, the coil in your stomach is about to snap.

"Cum then.". A command, not permission.

"MOMMY-!” a cry ripped from your throat as the orgasm crashes over you. Your body convulses beneath my touch, I feel every pulse around my fingers.