A delicate fingertip sliding down the inside of your thigh, another hand resting gently, yet firmly on your chest pressing you down into the soft velvety cushions on which you lay. Breaths coming coming quickly as the finger passes over your skin and brushes so so lightly over the already tingling sensation in your pussy, where a droplet of your lubrication precariously dissolves and makes the finger slide even more lightly. Your lips part as the finger gently passes ever so slowly back and forth, spreading the sensations and your wetness throughout. You can hear the wetness from his meticulous movements, and the warm feeling of well-being Irradiating over your body.
Another minute and you’ll be there, at the edge and tipping point of your lust. The ecstasy you crave.
“Good girl” he whispers to you as you gasp for air to fill your lungs. The hand on your chest moves, brushes your nipple, and close firmly over you mouth.
“Just a few edges more and we’ll be done for the night”.
and the edge is almost there, just beyond the breaths of air he is restricting and you squirm for him to pace up, to press just a little bit harder on your swollen pearl. And the rush starts building up, almost, just a little bit more.
The wetness on his hand, and the rugged palm over you mouth is just too much and you feel it begin, the final push, the last rush.
And it stops. And you squirm under his hand, searching frantically in his steady gaze for a moment of mercy, to finish it and let you release. And you ride the edge for what seems like minutes. And the rush resides, the horniness remains. And the finger slides down the inside again. Brushes past your wetness and he begins again.
“Just a few more baby,” he whispers in your ear, “I know you can do it for me”.
I’m an edge freak. I want you to edge for me. Are you a good slut that can hold out for me?
Send me a message and tell me if you are a good girl.
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