thinking about overstimulating someone until they're crying and begging me to stop and then waiting just long enough for them to think i'm done before dragging my fingers slow up their inner thigh. watching fresh tears run down their face. their hips betraying them anyway. pressing two fingers against their clit so softly it barely counts. feeling how swollen they still are. how wet. how their body pushes toward my hand even while their mouth is saying please no more. circling slow. watching them unravel all over again. "you’re still so wet." cooed sympathetically. "your body never wants to stop, even when that pretty mouth of yours says you can’t handle more.”

















