Yana

I will lean to your ear and begin to whisper a picture you won't be able to get out of your head. I will describe how my thighs will wrap around your cock, how I will move on you slowly, feeling you enter me, my muscles clenching around you, how I will speed up until you begin to lose control. I will tell you that I will clench you harder and harder until you feel you can't take it anymore, that every second becomes unbearable. I will describe every movement — how I lower onto you, how I pause, how I rise, leaving you empty for a moment so you can understand how much you want to return. And when my words have created this picture in your head so vividly that you can no longer distinguish it from reality — I will say quietly, "Now I clench you with my thighs." And you will come. From my whisper, from how I described your own orgasm to you, from how I made it inevitable just by saying it aloud. With me, you don't just come — I create your orgasm with words, and these words stay with you forever.