Oh sweetheart... Unfairness is all in the game, is it not?

Tell me, can you feel the weight of something unnamed pressing between your legs, holding you open. My touch would be light and gentle, leaving you begging for something a little harsher, a little more. I'll massage your thighs, as I blow steady, cool streams of air against your dripping center.

You'll try to push my head closer, either by clenching your thighs or threading your trembling fingers into my hair... But I won't let you.

I'll chuckle against your heat, call you impatient. Tell you you're so fucking pretty coming undone.

I'll let you curl your fingers into my hair, but my shoulders will keep you open, just as I want you.

And that pool of arousal will steadily grow bigger and bigger... And I haven't even touched it yet... Just glistening, swollen and needy.
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