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Don’t think that we didn’t notice how much louder you moaned when you saw me looking up at you when she was teasing your pussy. That moment when we locked eyes, just for a split second, let me know that there was no way you were going to hold out.

You’ve done well to stop yourself from begging us to make you come. Though now that her mouth is fiercely working your sweet treasure to a frenzy, I fear that it’ll be any moment now that you give in and ask us for release.

That’s it, keep looking down and watching your sex being devoured. Keep focusing on how her lips press seamlessly against your mound, as if she was always designed to be right there.

So close yet so far away to everything you desire. Your choice between a brief moment of relief and hours of torment, or a test of torment and a lifetime beyond your dreams…

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It hasn’t been that long. You seem to be trying to concentrate awfully hard. Are you trying really hard to not erupt in ecstasy so soon? Or are you perhaps just focused very hard on how her mouth feels against your delicate pussy?

How does it feel being completely naked in front of us, having your intimacy be eaten out before our very eyes?

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Good girl. Keep still.

A little self control now will go a long way for later. After all, we’re all going to be taking a turn. We want to see how you cope with the need, the flaming desire building up inside you. We want to be sure that you can take it.

After all, your orgasm needs to be earned. There’s no chance of it without every one of us giving our approval. This is what you wanted; you know of the delights we can provide. You came to us fully prepared to give yourself over for a chance to sample the joys you have heard about. Yet, is this already perhaps a little much for you?

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Maybe it will be today. When you are just seconds away from coming, wondering whether my fingertips will keep going or just halt right at that very moment. 

Of course, that’s not what you’ve been thinking about all this time. What you’ve been thinking about, is whether you are restrained for me to just keep forcing you to come, or whether it’s to keep you helpless to me torturing you with denial. Let my fingers show you which one it is.

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It turns me on so much to have such complete command over your body. How you have no control over what my fingertips and lips do to you, hoping that my tongue gives you just enough.

Though I do wonder, would me telling you that you aren’t going to come today make it easier to handle, or much, much harder?

Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel a little more merciful.

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Every aspect of sex feels like an extension of masturbation.

The way you apply pressure only just enough. The way you embrace me as if anchoring me to this moment. The way you let escalate things so steadily, making sure that I know that there is all the time in the world for my pleasure to unfold and unravel.

Your fingers caress my fantasies, while my hips merely go along for the ride.

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The Language of Ecstasy

You need not speak any words.

The focus is on you, solely on your pleasure and your response to my touch.

To build you up and to bring you gently back down, always simmering, that constant heat of arousal.

Feeling those fingertips tantalise you, letting you know just how much I yearn to explore your intimacy. Just a taste for now though. Working you up to that pinnacle before lowering you, The urgency of being brought to the edge so quickly takes you by surprise, though it leaves you wanting so much more.

Now it is time to tease you. It’s not about teasing you with the thought of how good it will feel when you come, it’s about the slow building of pleasure and making you wonder just how much it can keep rising. Lavishing every detail of your body with the most minute touche. All to make you realise just how sensitive you are to the attention. Circling your nipples in the slowest and softest ways, not just to make you internally crave more, but to keep you acknowledging just how stiff those little peaks have become.

Every movement, every stroke and caress, all calculated to sweep the sensations throughout every inch of your body. All in a bid to make sure that it isn’t just your hips that rise and fall with need, it’s to make sure that every muscle in your body wants to contribute to rocking those hips with longing.

By the time I finally make you come, it’ll be at the point when your body has no other choice but to do so, but your mind wants to hold back in a bid to keep this lasting forever.

That is why words are not needed here, all I need listen to are for when your breath turns to a sigh, when your sigh turns to a moan. The language of ecstasy, wordless, yet I’ll hear every plea.

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Good girl. Thank me for the explosive pleasure, for the tidal wave of ecstasy that has you writhing.

The fact that you naturally keep your hands above your head means you recall all of the times they are tied there, so used to being helpless, unsure whether you’ll be thanking me for an orgasm or clenching uselessly in the frustration of denial.

Be thankful for this mercy, as you know it doesn’t come frequently.

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