“Inhale”
“Remember, you’re not allowed to cum”
You look at me as though I had forgotten something.
Earlier you told me you had never cum.
You said you could feel the tension building. You could get incredibly wet. But you could never get there.
You would just get frustrated, and your fingers would start to cramp, and it would be gone.
It was the same with the boys you had been with before. If you were lucky, they’d try for a while. But sometimes you wished they wouldn’t. Their egos would get so wrapped up in trying to make you cum, and you’d start worrying about them.
Or your poor ex-boyfriend. One day after he had been trying for hours you just sort of.. faked it. He was so proud. And not wanting to tell him, you kept faking it until you two broke up.
But that was in the past. Right now you’re on your knees in between my legs, as I sit on the couch. There’s a black bag on the couch next to us. You’re in just a bra and panties, and I’m teasing you as we talk.