watching you gasp and holding you down as your back arches when i finally have my whole hand in you. watching the tears run down your face because the pressure is so unrelenting. moving my hand slowly and torturously inside you. whispering in your ear how good you are at taking it. placing my hand above your pubic bone to feel my hand through your body and listen to you moan nonsensically, beg without knowing quite what it is you want. i know what it is that you want. your body is so accomodating because you’re meant to take anything i give you














