I told you we were going to edge together — nice and slow, building that tension until you couldn’t take it anymore… but I lied. Because the second I started touching myself, whispering how bad I wanted you, I lost control. My fingers slipped, my breath hitched, and I came — hard — without permission. And now? I’m so embarrassed… but also turned the fuck on. Was it the sound of your breathing? The thought of you watching me fail? I don’t know… but I’m still wet, still throbbing, and I need to do it again. Can you handle watching me break every rule?
