Tag: fingerfucking

In that moment, when you’re looking deeply into my eyes, when you’re moaning wildly, when everything within you wants to both clench and burst at once, it will feel like nothing could be more intense than this.

Yet, when my fingers are exploring you and finding those little hidden treasures that make you whimper with joy, I want my eyes to convey something to you. The look that I give you will signal that, even though this feels like ecstasy at its pinnacle, I want you to know that I have so much more in store for you.

When my sensitive, pulsing cock thrusts into you, you’ll know that everything my fingers were doing to you was just to prepare you for what was to come, to give you a taste.

So, while I’m fingerfucking you, keep your eyes on mine. Soon enough we’ll both be picturing the same thing: exactly how I’ll be holding you when I’m buried in this same soft little place.

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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.

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“Remember what you told us, ‘Please don’t stop making me come.’ We have had to remind you for the last fifteen minutes of this request. You can struggle as much as you like, but we’re going to keep our promise to you. When you stop coming, then we’ll know it’s time to stop. But for now, it doesn’t seem like you are anywhere close to that point.”

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I know how it feels. That’s why I know, no matter what you say or do, that you want me to keep going until you finally manage to stop me with all your effort.

That velvety wetness around my fingers, those little convulsions, the way you arch and moan, the constant quivers every time it gets too much; you know it all just makes me have to keep going, and I know just how it feels to be the one enticing it further. Helpless to the desires, that is what we both are right now.

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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.

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