Your fingers are all I’m craving when I close my eyes

Every stroke of the toy synced to your rhythm

I walk in, and suddenly, all eyes are on me.

The teasing was unbearable, but I loved it

Breathing short as countdown ends mid-gasp

Would you let me enjoy every second or rush me?

I don’t shrink myself to fit your comfort.

Your cock is the reason my fingers are still moving

I tried to stay quiet… but it was impossible

I almost stopped… but I had to keep going

Bet your cock can’t last while I say “just like that”

Try to explain why you’re still watching—I dare you.

Biting the pillow, body tensing, ready to explode