Touch

Make me kneel before you, admire the view of what you covet, but don’t touch.
Deny me your touch, make me touch myself. I touch myself how I want you to touch me.
Smoothing my hand down my mid-adominal line, over my mound, I moan when my middle finger finds my buzzing clit. I circle it, tease it, tap it.
Sliding further I lower my face to the floor to give you a better view as I slip my middle finger between my folds, finding my slippery slide to my moist heat.
I rub back and forth, the palm of my hand rubbing my clit and making me gasp with need. I press further and hear you shift as I slip into my wet core, gently circling my finger inside my grasping cunt.
Slowly I remove my finger, raise it to my mouth and suck on it as I look over my shoulder at you.
As my finger tips traces my lips I see your pupils dilate, I smile, moan and slap my arse hard.
You’re on me before the sting leaves my skin.

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