u/hungry-hands

was this what you pictured when you put the mirror at the foot of our bed; you, spread open like a book in my lap, with a perfect view of how i'm ruining you?

you had to have known how flustered you'd get, and you definitely knew how adorable i find your embarrassment.

so, here we are, your back against my chest, my length rhythmically sliding in and out of your depths, both of us feeling the gentle friction between your walls and my shaft, a haptic appreciation of how perfectly we fit.

one of my hands caresses your clit while the other comes up to meet your chin, ensuring that you can't look away, making you exponentially more embarassed, and your expression exponentially more arousing.

your legs begin to quiver as my tongue traces your ear, both your mind and body remembering how much you love being a sloppy little mess in my arms.

finally, you abandon all efforts to hide your pleasure, groans and whimpers echoing through the room as though the mirror reflects them too.

our eyes meet in the glass, the shared anticipation of what comes next evident in our every motion.

let's both enjoy the show, yeah?

Hi. This is my first performance on here. My goal is pretty much just to pleasure you; so go ahead and cum for me okay?

AUDIO

Thank you so much to u/HighlyAdventurous for the script !

there are times at which my hands feel ravenous.

they long to be sated, to be afforded the luxury of your curves filling my palms.

my fingertips are tastebuds, excitement rippling outwards from them into the rest of my body as your skin gives way to the fingers tracing your beautiful bone structure with a firm sincerity.

each detail of you tests my patience, as i try not to get lost in every urge stirred up within me.

the next few moments are ones that i truly cherish.

my limbs now host minds of their own, cradling your head in one hand, as the other trails off towards your waistband.

there's something so intimate about the way you tremble as soon as i pass your bellybutton, my skin grazing yours just barely, my hand steady and disciplined, fingers gently trailblazing the rest of the path towards the inevitable.

and then the first eternity ends, only for the next to begin. you feel every ridge of my fingerprints against your clit, coaxing out each increasingly shaky breath from the mouth you're failing to cover. your face contorts, pleas for more not yet reaching your lips despite how desperately you need them to.

your worries melt away as you begin to realize that i've read your mind. the size of my hands alone gently spreads your thighs apart.

finally, my fingers find their home, sinking into you as though you're quicksand, gently pushing your walls apart, not pressing any deeper until each inch of your flesh gives its tender concession.

your will caves to my touch as i deconstruct you, your muscles submitting to me as i massage you from the inside out. my mouth shows its indecisiveness, struggling to choose between your ears, neck, and nipples, my tongue swiping across you like a paintbrush.

i can feel it coming, right where that warm sensation has been pooling inside of you. your legs twitch and your hips buckle as you convulse with pleasure in my hands, collapsing around my fingers as every bit of tension makes its dramatic escape.

aftercare arrives softly, like a gentle breeze and warm sunbeams spilling over you as you drift into a sleep so sound you can hardly hear me licking all the evidence from my fingers.