I keep whispering your name, hoping you’ll tell me what to do

Your cock made me wetter than I’ve been all week

You’ll feel this one through the screen, I promise

That sound was real and my thighs won’t stop shaking

Want to finish with me or edge until I scream

Breath disappears with pulse rhythm

Countdown stops mid-squirt

This moan was brought to you by your voice

You’re already in too deep—might as well keep going.

Tell me how deep you’d go if I said please

Can I tell you what I whispered when I came again

This is what temptation looks like!

I didn’t stop touching until I screamed your name