Your fingers are all I’m craving when I close my eyes

Every stroke of the toy synced to your rhythm

Your cock is the reason my fingers are still moving

Would you let me enjoy every second or rush me?

I don’t shrink myself to fit your comfort.

I walk in, and suddenly, all eyes are on me.

Breathing short as countdown ends mid-gasp

Bet your cock can’t last while I say “just like that”

Your hand won’t keep up with what I’m about to do

Biting the pillow, body tensing, ready to explode

This will ruin your focus for the rest of the day!

Gluttonous, greedy, and perfectly satisfied… for now.

Keep stroking — my moans match your rhythm