I’m lying on the bed naked save for my collar. Legs spread and raised high into the air.
I’m looking forward, your face is buried between my legs. I’m struggling to think about anything other than how good you’re making me feel with your tongue.
You lift your head and stand up straight. You place your palms on my knees and trace your fingers down my legs until you reach my entrance.
“Does my hungry little slut want some more?” you ask. Words escape me. I nod.
You grin and go to retrieve the harness.
I’m still wanton and desperate to be used. I want to show you just how desperate I am. I ask if I can finger myself. I make sure to give you the puppy eyes and say pretty please. You allow it.
I put my finger in my mouth and suck on it gently, coating it in saliva. I drag it down my tongue before it leaves.
I encircle myself, gazing up at my goddess standing over me before biting my lip and entering. I whimper.
I take it easy, at first. It doesn’t take me long before I go deeper. You’re putting on your strapon but in no hurry. You know what I’m doing.
I start to get more excited. I develop a rhythm and buck my hips in tandem with my hand. I’ve closed my eyes and am moaning without a hint of shame. Once I’m down to my knuckle I keep my hand still and grind myself on it.
I feel your hand on mine. I open my eyes and look up. You’re fastened and ready.
“Mmm. That’s good honey. You’ve had your fun, now let the expert take over.”