[ She's smiling to herself, bottom lip caught between her teeth at the picture she's painted of him in her mind's eye, waiting for each of her messages to come in with impatience. Natasha is aching for him, heat pulsing between her thighs, but she continues to avoid touching herself in favor of giving him her full attention. ]
Touch yourself when you think about it. Slowly, drag it out for me.
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Is that all you're thinking about?
Not what it would feel like to have my fingers buried in you until I have you writhing?
Or the view you would have if I straddled that soft mouth of yours?
Just me holding you down?
[ She's smiling to herself, bottom lip caught between her teeth at the picture she's painted of him in her mind's eye, waiting for each of her messages to come in with impatience. Natasha is aching for him, heat pulsing between her thighs, but she continues to avoid touching herself in favor of giving him her full attention. ]
Touch yourself when you think about it. Slowly, drag it out for me.