I run both my palms over her stomach and waist, loving the way she feels under my touch. “I’m not going to do anything. You’re going to. You’re going to make yourself come.” “But I can’t,” she protests. “It doesn’t work. Please, Ryan. You said you’d help me.” “I am helping. I’m going to distract you, and you’re going to touch yourself.”
AHHHHHHHHHHHH
