thinking about talking a girl through it while barely being able to really talk at all. being so lost in her and so swallowed up by her pleasure and mine that all I can manage are little monosyllabic whines and gasps and moans. fuck—please—thank—oh fuck—thank you—
god it has to be so pathetic and I know that’s why she’s smiling. I’m fucking her—I’m two fingers deep and she’s so wet my wrist is shiny—and yet here I am acting like she’s got me on my back.












