“Stop.”

Your fingers pull away at the command, the twitching of your pussy begging for the final lingering touches which would pull you into the gorgeous abyss of orgasm.

“Again.”

The heat of your sex beckons once more; furiously you press your fingers against that sleek wetness, praying that mercy will be granted.

“Stop.”

You want to scream, want to beg, though you know better than that… knowing that if you do beg, any chance of an orgasm will be denied for so much longer.

“Again.”

Your hips buck in sweet agony, feeling the tickle of your juices slipping further down, hoping that the bucking of your hips will show just how much you need to come. Of course, you could not stop the gyration of your hips even if you tried; your body is a prisoner to the lust, a prisoner to those simple words…

You pray that you hear the command that may grant merciful release….

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