cmnf – PleasureTorture

Good girl. Take it until those hips are shuddering from the ecstasy.

It doesn’t matter whether you come. All that matters is that you adore every second of having me explore you.

We’ll sit outside, and I’ll slather you with oil. I’ll strip you and let you bask in being so exposed while out in nature.

I’ll massage you, I’ll expose you, I’ll explore you.

As I press my fingers up against that firmer little patch inside you, pushing upward and rubbing it directly, I don’t care whether you squirt. I just want you to let yourself go and give in to the sensations wreaking havoc within you.

I know that what makes you shiver in pleasure the most is that, under the sunlight, with me exploring you so intimately, as I delve so deeply, there is absolutely nothing left to hide. Exposed in every way.

Such softness and precision, working with so much intent against that sensitivity. This is the very element of sex, to devour such beauty, to tirelessly feast yet never once be full, always hungering for more. There is no moan, no scream, no word, that could ever signify that it is ‘enough’.

Every delicate, intimate fold of that sex, every calculated flutter of that tongue, so many details all hidden by such erotic contact. Only the most sensual pressure, skin against skin, lips against lips.

Know that every touch, every lick, every nibble, every single action, is designed with you at the centre. There can be nothing more erotic than knowing that everything we do is solely with the intent to make you moan and to make your hips writhe.

Desire

I always want to be clothed when I start playing with you. It is because I’m never thinking about how your body will make me feel; instead, I’m always thinking about what I can and will do to you and how I’ll make you feel.

I want you to feel my lust through every touch, for every caress to communicate my longing.

It’s that single moment I want to see, the moment your orgasm is signalled through your eyes. That fleeting second of desperation as you try to look at me, as if you are trying to tell me that the pleasure you are a breath away from feeling is going to be too much to handle if my fingers keep going like this. That moment just after when your body climaxes, but your mind has that millisecond of control, how I can see it in your eyes, trying to focus then suddenly being overcome.

When that pleasure is taken out of your hands, that is when you can truly bask in it.

Choose your torment: the softest strokes or the harshest vibrations.

PleasureTorture video coming soon.

Coming soon…

Even after a brand new video, there’s going to be another one coming very soon!

Along with a new long and slow audio tease.

Some things you just don’t want to end even when they get that little bit too much.

The pure, undeniable eroticism of what we both intend. To know exactly how your dress so finely details those enticing curves of your femininity, how you know that the moment I see you, I’ll instantly be thinking of stripping you of it to reveal those delicate delights. The sheer sensuality of it, to always think that every time we are so close, only such thin segments of fabric separate us from what we truly desire.