Bring your clit anywhere near me and I am gonna make you wish you didn’t.
Except for when I stop, you’ll wish I’d start again.
I am not one to walk away from using all the tools at my disposal; you have so many fun little buttons to play with – how could I not get them all revved up at the same time?
It’s just too goddamn fun to watch you fall apart when I do.
Whether it be your G Spot from the fingertips I know how to work like a magician, your cervix from the cock pressing deep into you, or the clit I work like I am playing old-school Nintendo and I am burning my thumbs.
I am wrecking you and you can try and protest but since your words can’t seem to come out very cohesively, I’ll assume you are okay with the orgasms that seem to never stop streaming through your body.
Go ahead. Tell me to stop. I’m waiting.
Go ahead – I am kinda hoping you try to say it.
Come on. What, nothing?
Should I stop? I can’t hear you.
I’m going to stop anyways, just to give you a chance to speak.
Now you finally find some words in your body and I hear you summon up the courage to say something.
What is it? What are you trying to say?
You mumble…“Don’t fucking stop.”
That’s what I thought.