i think you’re at your prettiest when you’re so desperate you can’t even think anymore. there’s this specific look in your eyes glassy and completely unfocused. where i can tell there isn't a single coherent thought left in that pretty little head. not that you need that brain of yours anyway. you’re so much better as my little doll isn't that right sweetheart? i love the way you fall apart when you’re overstimulated. I don’t need you to speak anymore, i much rather watch the moment your vocabulary shrinks down to just my name and a few broken whimpers. fucking you so dumb that you forget what day it is, let alone what you were going to say. "shhh now. no more talking. just be a good girl and take it"
keeping my voice sweet while i push you right past your limit. i love watching you try to form a sentence, your lips parting, your tongue tripping over words. you look beautiful when you’re struggling to remember how to breathe or speak.
i want to leave you completely incoherent barely able to get out a please or a thank you without your voice cracking and trailing off into another moan.
"see? much better. you don't need to think, darling. i'll do all the thinking for both of us." you’re three orgasms deep and you’ve reached that point where you’ve forgotten how to be a person. your skin so sensitive, your breath coming in short panicked little bursts. i haven't let you up for air once. i haven't even given you a second to remember your own name.
i can feel the way your thighs are trembling against my shoulders, a quiver that you can't stop. you try to pull back, your hands weakly batting at mine, your voice a high broken mess of a sound. "stop please, i can't... i'm done..." i just lean over you, my weight pinning you into the mattress while i bring the vibrator back down. the second it touches your swollen and overstimulated skin, you let out a sound that isn't even a moan anymore, it’s a sob. "i know you think you're done, but look at you. you’re still so wet, still so reactive. your body is telling me a completely different story." i don’t stop nor do I turn it down. i don’t give you the mercy of a break. i just bury the toy against you, keeping the pressure heavy and push two fingers in. watching your eyes roll back until only the whites are showing, your head thrashing against the pillow.
"you can take it baby. you’re doing so well, you can give me one more. i can feel you starting to getting close already."
you’re so far gone you aren't even trying to form words anymore. you’re just a collection of soft whimpers and uncoordinated movements. i love the way you’re trying to grind into it even while you’re crying, your mind is begging for it to end but your body is hungry, reaching for that next orgasm before the last one has even faded. i lean down and whisper right into your ear, my voice while i make you cum for the fourth time. "see? i told you. your body didn’t want to stop. it just wants more of me. now be a good little doll and give me everything you have left”
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