You used me.
I was your toy to bring pleasure to yourself.
My body tight to yours, poised at your entrance. Hands dimpling the flesh of your hips where I braced. Where I felt the rocking of your hips and the rhythm of that hand frantically making circles over your clit.
You used me.
Take me slow babygirl. Just let your body accept me. Your ass pushing back against me, hips slowly circling. Testing the pain threshold. Letting your body become accustomed to the pressure. Letting your body love it.
You used me.
Shoulders catching mine as we lay on our sides. Your back arching under the tension, breathless moans coasting across your lips.
You used me.
To reach that point. My words taking you over the edge, your ass clenching around me, hand slowing to a tempo matching the waves your breath was riding.
You used me.
But I had full control of the situation. Your pleasure was mine to give. Your freedoms were mine to watch. Your body was mine to coax.
You used me. But I let you.