Good Girl

I can see how frustrated you’ve been. I hear you tossing and turning, long after you think I’m asleep. I think I know what you need.

I know, I know…it’s not what good girls do. You’re thinking about it though, so maybe you’re not a good girl. I see you squeezing your legs together. That’s not gonna help. Or maybe it will, depending on what you think “help” means.

You need release. The more you deny it, the more you’re going to crave it. No matter how “good” you try to be. Your body was made for this.

Do you trust me? Good. I’m going to show you what’s possible. Lay down for me…that’s right, love. On your stomach. Prop yourself up on your elbows.

You might feel the urge to press your hips against the bed. Yeah, that’s okay baby. It feels nice, doesn’t it, that gentle pressure? See how your hips naturally start rocking, forward and back? No, don’t stop.

I can tell it feels good…see how your legs are opening? Your body needs this. It’s okay, it’s just my fingers stroking your soft inner thigh. Yes, I’m moving them up. You like that? I’m so glad baby. I’m just going to slip your panties to the side and see how much.

Ooh, baby, you’re so wet already. No wonder you can’t sleep.

I’m not going to tease you this first time. I want to show you exactly what you’ve been denying yourself. Yes, those are my fingers moving up and down your aching slit. Mmm, those little whimpers are exquisite…and the way your legs are shaking? Fuck, you look so good.

Feel my fingers slip between your lips, teasing your opening. I told you, your body was made for this. See how you’re pressing back against me, begging me to slide my fingers inside you? Yeah baby, grind against the bed. You feel it building, don’t you? Good girl.

Feel my fingers sliding inside you…mmm, you’re so hot and wet. Don’t hold back, love, moan for me. Feel how they curl up and touch that sweet spot? That’s right, let go…just feel it.

Your pussy is pulsing; I feel it squeezing my fingers. You look so sexy. Good girl, ride my fingers. You’re so close, aren’t you? I can smell your desperation, see your hips bucking. Cum for me, love. That’s right, cum hard, let it wash over you.

Feel better?