exoticeva: When she thought about him She couldn’t help the way Her breath hitched.Or how her hand s
exoticeva: When she thought about him She couldn’t help the way Her breath hitched.Or how her hand seemed to wander To where the ache of missing himthrobbed hardest.She would press her finger - sometimes two -Onto her clitAnd feel the echo of her heartbeat.For a moment just the pressure would satiate the acheBut then it would roar back, stronger than before Her hands were no substitute for his - too small, too delicate, unable to find the right angle. Still she would stay there, mesmerized by the reflection in the mirror. Lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes half closed in lust and longing. And she would tease and torment her delicate flesh, edging herself until she was panting with the need to cum. But she wouldn’t. Not yet. She would wait for permission because she was his good girl and her orgasms belonged to him. -- source link