onedeadpoet:

Over and over. Over and over. Just the right pressure. Just the right speed. Your moans are getting louder, anticipating the orgasm to rip through you, the one you’ve been wanting all week.

Over and over.

You’ve been so good. I couldn’t possibly stop when you get close this time. Not again. But you know your frustration would be short-lived because I’d start again and your thoughts would melt away as my slick thumb sends bolts of pleasure through your brain.

You open your legs wider for me.

Over and over.

You’re almost there. You can feel it. More.

Over and over…