horny jail

When you touch yourself, you drool. You can't help it. You try not to, because it's so humiliating to look so fucking stupid, but the moment your concentration slips your mouth opens and your tongue lolls out and...

So embarrassing. This isn't you. You're not that kind of girl. You're smart. Confident. You shouldn't drool all down your front, all over your tits.

But you do. Every time you touch yourself - and you touch yourself a lot, you realise. More than you used to? You can't remember. Maybe. Probably not. Probably not important.

And you always drool. Tongue out, panting, squirming, hips bucking. Sometimes your eyes even go crossed, sometimes they roll right back. So fucking dumb looking. And either your shirt is soaked or else your tits are just covered. You tried not to. You failed.

Again.

Maybe you are that kind of girl. Maybe you always were. Maybe you were never that smart, or at least never as smart as you thought. If you can't stop drooling all over yourself, after all, maybe you're a actually a little stupid.

After all, a proper smart girl wouldn't have this problem. Wouldn't have to worry about it. Wouldn't worry she might one day just start drooling when her mind wanders, not even just when she was touching. A smart girl would be in control of herself.

Like the friction back and forth is what feels good (as in intercourse)

This can safely manifest as never turning it off because on a microsecond of sensitivity from your sub you can distance yourself from it entirely and be the man she needs.