[Her voice is soft and sweet, a little sing-songy as she bites at her lip to try and stifle a breathy moan. He's trying to stay composed, but she takes no issue with slowly making herself come undone. Her face contorts in a mixture of concentration and pleasure as she tries to be satisfied with just her own fingers.
It's tempting to give in and beg him.
Really, really tempting. And she almost does, her mouth opening so she can ask him to touch her. He's so good to her, so good for her. It's because of him she's free enough to be able to tease the both of them like this. And he's gone and called her baby girl, which she's always weak for. Her thighs tremble with restraint as she rocks against her own hand.]
I want you to touch me. But I want you to be the one that gives in first.
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[Her voice is soft and sweet, a little sing-songy as she bites at her lip to try and stifle a breathy moan. He's trying to stay composed, but she takes no issue with slowly making herself come undone. Her face contorts in a mixture of concentration and pleasure as she tries to be satisfied with just her own fingers.
It's tempting to give in and beg him.
Really, really tempting. And she almost does, her mouth opening so she can ask him to touch her. He's so good to her, so good for her. It's because of him she's free enough to be able to tease the both of them like this. And he's gone and called her baby girl, which she's always weak for. Her thighs tremble with restraint as she rocks against her own hand.]
I want you to touch me. But I want you to be the one that gives in first.