My Show, Your Turn

Description: He watched me—eyes wide, breath held—as i rode my favorite toy to the edge… and then far beyond. my body shook, my moans filled the room, and i didn’t hold back. i wanted him to see it all.afterward, still trembling, i looked at him with a wicked smile. “you liked that, didn’t you?” i whispered. “watching me lose control... feeling jealous of a toy that made me scream your name.”i crawl toward him, my skin still hot and flushed. “now it’s your turn,” i purr, “but i’m not done being greedy. i want your hands, your mouth… everything.”the game has only just begun.