Writing Fuck and Soul on My Thighs While Dripping

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her eyes lock onto yours, a sly smile spreading across her face as she raises the dildo. Her fingers wrap around it, stroking it with a slowness that makes your pulse quicken. Her breathing quickens, her chest heaving under that striped tube top.

Her hands move, shifting the dildo against her. She moans, the sound low and throaty, as she rubs it against herself. The white fluid starts to appear, dripping down her body. It pools on her abdomen, on the bed beneath her. She keeps moving, her rhythm steady and slow. You can feel your hand moving of its own accord, your breath catching in your throat.

She's still going, still moving that dildo in and out of herself. The fluid is everywhere now, coating her thighs and the bed. Her eyes flicker to yours again, a challenge in them. How long will you last? Will you edge with her, or give in? There's only one way to find out...