Breathing short as countdown ends mid-gasp

Biting the pillow, body tensing, ready to explode

Breathing broken as orgasm climbs fast

Your fingers are all I’m craving when I close my eyes

Should I moan softly or tell you what I want

Your hand won’t keep up with what I’m about to do

Some people wait for the spotlight—I own it.

I tried to stay quiet… but it was impossible

You thought you had self-control? That’s cute.

Just a taste… and you’ll be craving more!

This is how pleasure is meant to be experienced

Grinding, stretching, taking it all in, feeling every pulse

That little gasp? That was just thinking about your hands