“You already masturbated for me today… without even realizing it, right?”
“I bet it was in that photo… where I appear on all fours, with my panties stuck in the middle of my ass.”
“Funny… you haven’t even seen the full version yet.”
She was kneeling.
A collar around her neck. But the one who was tied up was you.
Because she did everything at her mental pace.
Slow. Hot. Irresistible.
“You know what’s worse?
You think you’re in control. That you ‘decide’ to see the content.
But it was my imagined smell… my half-open mouth… my sweaty panties…
that made you open this post.”
She crawled on all fours on the bed.
Her skirt was already gone.
Sweat was running down her thick thighs.
Her nipples brushed against the mattress as if begging for something…
But it wasn’t her who was begging. It was you.
“Now you’re going to read until the end.
And you’re going to cum without touching your dick.
Because I’m going to do it using only words.”
She pulled her panties up with her finger.
She put them between her lips and licked them slowly, with her eyes closed.
Then…she threw them in her imaginary lap.
“Smell it.
Read what I wrote again.
Because at the end of this paragraph…
I’m going to sit on your face.
And you’ll thank me.”
She got on top.
She straddled his face.
She held his hair tightly.
And she started to rub slowly.
Wet mouth, heavy thigh, sweaty cum.
“No need for a video.
I’m INSIDE your head now.
And if you don’t cum…I’ll come down.
But if you do…I’ll come back tomorrow.”