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There’s something so hot about kissing a girl while you finger her or play with her clit or whatever. You can feel even the slightest changes in her breathing when you hit a good spot, and you start to more possessively kiss her the more she’s distracted. Break the kiss just long enough to look her deep in her eyes and tell her she’s being a good girl for you, then attack her again. Don’t stop until she moans into your mouth while she cums.

deltamel

cock warming but they press a vibrator to your clit, making you cum over and over and over again until they end up cumming from the sensation of your muscles pulsing and spasming around them alone.

anathemabeloved

I'm the kind of service top that will sacrifice an entire night of sleep just to play into your somnophilia kink, working for hours, teasing you every time you're deep enough that you won't wake with a little adjustment, a little shift, a little touch, until you're open and soaked, lost in a wet dream while I have three fingers gently, lovingly pumping knuckle-deep

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the-sensitive-sadist

What I really like about fingering is how it can feel so fucking close and warm and intimate. Gripping your hip and groping your chest and kissing your neck and pulling you in close while I slowly press my finger into you then gradually drag it back out over and over and over again until you're so overwhelming you can barely think. So fucking perfect. I need to feel how tight your hole flexes on my fingers, need to feel you gasp for air and thrust your hips back and forth, need to feel your body go limp, overwhelmed by the feeling of me probing your perfect little hole.

pr3ttypunisher

telling you to lie back with your legs open. examining you thoroughly. starting with your inner thighs. touching. checking your sensitivity. working my way up. spreading your legs to look properly.

observing everything. watching you get wet from being exposed. sliding my fingers through to assess. “look at how responsive you are for me, baby.”

watching you get more aroused from me pointing it out. “this is from being examined, isn’t it? from my hands on you like this?” you nodding. embarrassed. can’t meet my eyes yet. “use your words, sweetheart. tell me why you’re getting wet.” fingers still touching you.

“because… you’re looking at me…” voice almost inaudible. me continuing the inspection. “i’m looking at you? that’s all it takes?” spreading you wider. observing closely. “or is it more specific than that, baby?”

you squirming. “because… you’re inspecting me…” “there it is.” fingers sliding through again. more wetness. “you like being examined like this, don’t you?”

touching your clit now. light pressure. checking your sensitivity. you gasping. “very responsive here.” circling it slowly. watching your reaction. “and getting wetter the more i assess you.”

pulling my hand back. looking at my fingers. glistening. “see this, baby? all from inspection.” showing you the evidence. watching you blush. “your body’s very honest about what it wants.”

going back to touching. more thorough now. one finger sliding inside. just to check. “taking one finger easily.” adding a second. “two as well.” watching you respond. hips shifting. seeking more.

“stay still, sweetheart. this is just an inspection.” pulling my fingers out. spreading you open again.

touching everywhere. your clit. your hole. “you’re getting wetter every time i touch. every time i look.” you whimpering. “tell me what you’re feeling, baby. need verbal feedback for my assessment.”

“it feels… good…” you managing. “good how? be specific, sweetheart. i need details.” fingers circling your clit again. you gasping. “feels good when you touch me… when you look at me like that…”

“like what?” making you explain. fingers still moving. still watching your reactions. “like… like i’m something to study… something you’re assessing…” “exactly right, baby.”

sliding two fingers inside again. pumping slowly. watching your face. your breathing. “you’re getting close just from this inspection, aren’t you?”

you nodding. “words, baby.” “yes… i’m close…” “from all of it?” you nodding eagerly. “yes…”

continuing to touch you. watching your body’s responses. getting you right there. right on the edge. “tell me one more time. why are you about to cum?” fingers not stopping. you struggling to answer. “because… because you’re examining me… because i like being inspected…”

“good girl.” pumping faster. thumb on your clit. “cum for me, baby. show me how your body responds to a thorough examination.”

your body giving in. cumming around my fingers. me watching everything. every twitch. every clench. documenting it all. working you through it.

slowing as you finish. pulling out carefully. “very responsive. excellent data.” you lying there. dazed. breathless. “we’ll need to repeat this inspection regularly, baby. for consistency.”

you whimpering at the thought. already knowing you’ll get wet again next time.

pr3ttypunisher

“shh, i know baby. i know.”

vibrator pressed against your clit through your underwear. two fingers curled inside you. feeling how full you are. how the pressure builds every time i curl them upward.

“you’re doing so well holding it for me.”

your thighs shaking. hands gripping the sheets. trying to manage both at once and failing at both.

“mommy i can’t— it’s too much, i can’t hold it….”

pulling the vibrator away. bringing my hand down against your clit. sharp. once.

your whole body jolting. clenching hard around my fingers. “i’m sorry— i’m sorry—”

“you can hold it.” pressing the vibrator back. firmer this time. fingers curling deeper. feeling your bladder heavy and full against them from the inside. “i know you can, baby.”

“it’s too full, please— every time you curl your fingers it gets worse—”

“i know it does.” kissing your temple. gentle. reassuring. “that’s not an accident, sweetheart.”

you whimpering at the admission from me.

“here’s what’s going to happen.” turning the vibrator up one setting. watching your hips jolt. “you’re going to cum on my fingers before anything else happens. that’s the only way this ends.”

“i don’t know if i can— it’s too much at the same time, i can’t focus—”

“you don’t need to focus.” pumping my fingers slow. deliberate. feeling every clench. every flutter. feeling how full you are with every movement. “your body knows what to do. just let it.”

your hips caught between two kinds of desperate. rocking forward to chase my fingers and then freezing. terrified to move too much. too full to chase anything.

“that’s it.” watching you try to manage both. “feel both of them, baby. i know it’s a lot.”

“mommy i’m going to leak— i can feel it— i’m going to—”

pulling the vibrator away. slapping your clit again. sharp. feeling you clench violently around my fingers.

“no.” pressing the vibrator back immediately. harder. right against your clit. fingers curling up and holding that spot. “you’re going to cum first. that’s what’s happening right now.”

“i can’t do both i can’t i can’t—” crying properly now. tears sliding down your face. thighs shaking so hard you can barely keep them open.

“yes you can.” not moving from that spot. fingers pressing. vibrator held firm. watching your body fight itself. “you’re already close. i can feel you. your body is right there.”

“please— please mommy i’m begging— i can’t hold it much longer—”

“i know.” turning the vibrator up again. fingers curling harder against that spot. feeling you clench desperately around them. “then you better cum fast, sweetheart.”

your whole body making the choice before your brain does. clenching down hard around my fingers. hips moving forward. back arching completely off the bed. your orgasm hitting fast and overwhelming and messy. the relief and the desperation crashing into each other all at once.

“good girl.” not stopping. working you through every second of it. fingers moving slow. vibrator held steady. “there she is. that’s my good girl. you did it.”

your body shaking. completely wrung out. the relief of cumming and the relief of finally being allowed to let everything else go hitting at exactly the same time.

“see?” pulling my fingers out slow. holding them up between you. slick. “you did so well, baby.” kissing your forehead. your cheek. so proud. so soft. “held it just long enough for me.”

you looking up at me. completely wrecked. eyes wet. chest still heaving.

“such a good girl.” pulling you close. stroking your hair. “mommy’s so proud of you.“

rosegrl16

In the early morning hours, roll over. Find me sleeping next to you, under the covers, my nightshirt rolled up over my ass. Softly grope at me, pushing the fabric even higher. Careful not to wake me, nip and caress at my exposed curves. Explore my moistening slit with your fingers. When I slightly stir, secure my arms above my head and continue teasing. Rub your stiffening self against my smooth skin as your fingers enter me, making me gasp more awake.

needycatboy

being woken up by your partner pulling your boxers off 🥴

they ask if you're comfortable and sleepily saying yes 🥴

them lifting your leg a lil, and feeling their already lubed strap push right into you 🥴

getting fucked before you even open your eyes to start the day 🥰

starrie-eyed

quietly cumming on my pillow and vibrator

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pr3ttypunisher

i’ve never watched you touch yourself in front of me before. lying back, looking at me nervously. “you really want to see this?” “desperately, baby.” watching your hand move between your legs, the way you touch yourself in ways i’m learning. your fingers starting slow, gentle circles that make your breath catch. i’m taking mental notes of the pressure you use, the rhythm, the spots you return to. your breathing getting heavier, little whimpers escaping that you probably don’t even realize you’re making. “so pretty, sweetheart. keep going.” watching your fingers move faster, more purposefully now. the way your hips start to move with your hand, seeking more friction. your free hand gripping the sheets, then moving to your chest, touching yourself there too. watching you get wetter, watching your movements become less controlled, more instinctual. “that’s it, baby. show me what you like.” your thighs starting to tremble, pressing together around your hand. the flush spreading down your neck, your chest. watching you add another finger, watching the way your back arches off the bed slightly. “you’re doing so good, sweetheart. so beautiful like this.” your whimpers getting louder, more desperate. watching your face and the way your mouth falls open, the way your eyes squeeze shut when it gets really intense. your fingers moving faster now, as you get closer. “let me see you cum, baby. i want to watch you fall apart.” your whole body tensing, breath catching, and then releasing all at once. watching you ride it out, your hand slowing but not stopping until you’ve fully finished. pulling you close after, kissing your forehead. moving your hair out of your face. “that was incredible, baby. you’re perfect. thank you for letting me see you like that”