Slipping In

You asked me to touch you.

With purpose.

I watched you enjoy the feel of your own hands on your body.

Until, in the dark, your tongue made your way around my nipple and my control melted. I came so hard the memory of it makes cum again.

You went from 101 to 401 as your fingers found my clit an you touched me, with purpose

Inside, I asked you to strip away the last of your control

“trust me” I whispered

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