“you’re already squirming and i haven’t even undressed you yet.” watching my femme shift on the bed, face already flushed. her trying to stay still, failing completely. “i’m not squirming.” her voice defensive but breathy. laughing softly, running my hand up her thigh over her clothes. “no? then what’s this, baby?” watching her hips move involuntarily toward my touch. “that’s what i thought. you’re so desperate already, sweetheart. that’s kind of pathetic.” her whimpering at the words, getting more flustered. slowly unbuttoning her shirt, taking my time, watching her breathing get heavier with each button. “look at you, getting all worked up from this. we’ve barely started, baby.” finally getting her shirt off, running my hands over her skin. touching her shoulders, her arms, her sides, her stomach. everywhere except where she needs it. “please…” her voice already whiny. “please what, sweetheart? use your words.” touching her breasts through her bra, circling but not quite touching where she’s sensitive. “please touch me properly.” cooing at her softly. “oh baby, i am touching you. you’re just so needy you want more already. so impatient.” unhooking her bra slowly, tossing it aside. running my fingers over her breasts, her nipples, watching her arch into my touch. “that’s better, isn’t it? but you’re still not satisfied, are you sweetheart? still want more?” her nodding frantically. “such a greedy girl. can’t even enjoy what you’re getting without wanting more.” moving my hands down her body, unbuttoning her pants slowly, deliberately. her hips lifting to help me. “so eager. look at you, baby. absolutely desperate for it.” pulling her pants off, leaving her in just her underwear. running my hands up her legs, over her thighs, so close to where she’s aching. “you’re shaking, sweetheart. that’s embarrassing. getting this worked up and i haven’t even touched you there yet.” her whimpering, trying to spread her legs wider. “such a desperate thing. but you’re being so good for me, baby. so patient even though you’re begging for it.” finally sliding my hand over her underwear, feeling the wet spot. “oh, sweetheart. you’re soaked through. that’s actually pathetic, baby. this wet from just the anticipation?” her moaning, grinding against my hand. “listen to those sounds. you’re so needy you can’t even control yourself.” pulling her underwear aside, touching her directly finally. feeling how wet she actually is. “god, baby. you’re dripping. made such a mess just from me teasing you. you poor desperate thing.” her gasping in relief. starting to rub slow circles on her clit. “there you go. is this what you needed, sweetheart? what you were being so whiny and impatient about?” her nodding, unable to form words. “such a good girl though, baby. taking the teasing so well even though you were absolutely aching. so perfect for me. my beautiful needy mess.”
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