concept: a shy boy moaning pathetically each time you touch a certain spot and turning bright red every time because he’s trying so hard to keep it in but it just feels so good and he can’t help himself
When I tease you softly in public, just the sight of your blush and the idea of the growing moisture between your legs makes me ready to fuck you and damn the consequences
Slowly licking through the crevices of your wet cunt, seeing your thighs tremble and your face contort- I love having this sort of control, knowing that you rely on me to either give you the best orgasm of your life, or draw back and watch you shake against the restraints tying you back.
I’m touching myself and thinking about you. Come home to me, I think you can do a better job.
Please don’t hide the little sounds you make- you know how I adore them.
I love to overstimulate you- when the pleasure is so strong, you can’t say a word. You go completely silent, doing nothing but bucking beneath my fingertips.
I don’t know what’s more amusing- actually fucking you, or making you beg for it.
I want you to tease me slowly and gently, so that I can hardly breathe. I want to be unable to gasp or whimper. I want you to touch me in a way so teasingly torturous that I can’t even beg for more stimulation. I want to want you even more than I already do.
I want to submit to you in the worst way possible.
I love that tiny little pout that appears on your face whenever I tease you. I love hearing you moan. I especially love seeing you grip the bed sheets so tightly, your entire hand turns white. Those split-second expressions, those tiny sounds and hand gestures- those are the most satisfying of all.
Push me against the wall and fuck me slow and hard.