I want you to fuck yourself on my fingers. I want to watch you come before I’ve barely even touched you.” She gasps and blinks at me. I watch the calculation take place behind her eyes. She’s wondering if I’m serious, and probably if she’s willing to let go of her broken self-image long enough to find out if she likes this. I half expect her to shrink away, but instead she keeps her eyes on mine as she rolls her hips and slides an inch lower on my hand. She rolls her hips again, rising back up, then sinks even deeper. Holy fucking shit.
