I’m going to make you edge every time I text you today, I text you in the morning on a Saturday. But you can’t cum until my mouth is on you. You agree but ask for clarifications. I say that I can’t text you again until you edge, and I won’t count multiple texts at one time as multiple edges and any pics I send aren’t counted as well. I also tell you that unless I tell you to edge you can’t touch yourself. You agree that works. I tell you that the rules apply starting with this text. You’re home so you take your time with the first edge. I send you a pic of my outfit, a dress and you ask if I’m wearing anything underneath it. I send you another picture as an answer. You let me know you’ve edged once. I text you back saying I’ll send more pics later. You start on your second round of edging. You stroke yourself slowly, enjoying the building pleasure. You tell me you wish I was edging you. I agree and ask if you prefer my mouth or would that make you edge too quickly? Your cock twitches in your hand at the thought and you text me a groan. I always prefer your mouth, you send. You text me a few minutes later saying you edged again. I don’t text you back immediately so you grab breakfast. I don’t text you again until right before your shower, which you tell me. I send an “Enjoy ;)” in response. You hop in the shower, waiting to edge until you’re almost done. You use soap, impressed by how sensitive you already are. When you’re done you let me know and I respond immediately: “Again.” You groan, glad you didn’t bother getting dressed. You send me a pic of your dick, saying that it’s gonna be a long day. I notice it takes less time for you to edge as the day goes. I keep up a pretty steady pace, about once an hour, sometimes more. You update me when you start leaking and that pushes me to make you edge more. You want to resist, but enjoy it as much as I do. You ask me when I’m coming over around dinner time, hoping for a reprieve. I tell you I’ll be by around 9. You edge again and tell me. You text me again a little while later, telling me how hard and full you are. I don’t text you again until about 8:30. You could barely resist stroking yourself when I didn’t text you because you are so sensitive. You try to edge slowly because you’re desperate but you’re already so hot and throbbing. You tell me what you did and I text you that I’ll be over soon. Your eyes roll back as you stroke yourself again. You let me know you’re edged again and that you are desperate for my mouth. I text you when I arrive at your place, letting you know I won’t come in until you’ve edged again. It doesn’t take much to edge at this point. I come inside after you text me and ask how your day was. You press me against the wall, so I can feel your length against me. You’re rough with me as you push me on my knees, demanding I suck you off. I laugh and tell you to go lay on the bed. I hand you my soaked panties, telling you that’s how wet you make me today. You growl that you want to fuck me for that. I laugh pulling my skirt and shirt off. Maybe later, I smile as I take your cock gently in my hand. I take you so slowly in my mouth, loving how salty your precum is. You want to grab my ass and I tell you no, just before I take you deep. You groan loudly that you want to cum all over me. I tell you to start with my mouth. I take you in my mouth again and again, enjoying how hard and hot your dick is. You can cum now, I tell you as I lick the tip and lock eyes with you. I go slowly, and you swear in frustration. You grab my hair roughly, and I take you faster. You tell me to look at you, and I do. You tell me you’re about to cum and you tug sharply on my hair. Your cum fills me, as I stroke you to completion. You’re breathless but tell me what a dirty slut I am. I practically purr in response and curl up next to you, rubbing myself all over you. How can I be your good girl? I whisper. You press my legs apart and tell me to touch myself. I do so slowly, teasing myself. I’ve been wet all day, I tell you. You smile, starting to play with my breasts. I arch my back, enjoying your large warm hands on me. You use your tongue to tease my nipples, making me whimper. You tell me to stop touching myself and to get on my knees. I want you to grab the bed frame with one hand and touch yourself with the other. I nod, panting slightly. You grab my ass, slapping until it’s red, making me moan louder. My hips move involuntarily, as I get closer to cumming. You stop my hips as you get into position to slam into me. I’m still touching myself and I’m getting desperate. You grab my hair, kissing and nibbling on my neck. You can feel me panting and pressing my hips back against you. Keep touching yourself you tell me as you enter me. I’m so wet and tight that you tug on my hair with a growl of appreciation, What a good girl. I moan, sliding my fingers over you as you slide in and out of me. I beg you to let me cum for you. You grab my hips firmly and pound into me harder, panting and demanding I cum. My whole body trembles as I cum, squeezing your cock tightly. I moan your name loudly. You keep pounding into me, I match your thrusts and press myself into the bed. I tell you I want you to cum inside me. You swear loudly as you climax, making my body tremble more as I feel you cum inside me. You slide out of me slowly after your breathing slows down. You flip me onto my back and smear your dick all over my breasts. You slide into me again and do it again, slowly smearing me with cum. Good girl, you praise.