i want to explore this relationship i have with my clit and my cunt more. I’m unsure if we’ve gotten closer because of my fingers-only approach lately but i feel more perverse with each edging session now. it’s routine for me to spread my legs or just press my finger through my hairy lips to meet my fingertip with a sore or sensitive nub of meat. raw pleasure so delicate it must be tucked between so much flesh, and yet i make sure to continuously rub and tug on her sensitive parts. in return she throbs and twitches, often making her hole ooze and quiver. she lets me know she’s close to orgasm with warning squeezes and spasms. she loves when i tease her peepee, keeping her aroused and drooling all the time.

she’s happiest when i spread her open and show the world all the intricate fleshy, wet folds inside. that erect, swollen clitdick on top, her glossy sensitive tip so exposed. such a primal position to deep squat and let her feel the air, making her stretch and flex with persistence. when she’s really needy, she can’t help but twist and spasm into a ruined release. i love letting her take control over me, take over my pleasure. sometimes a wet dream leaves her writhing and shaking while i sleep. only waking up enough to jerk and buck with each squeeze.

i’m tickling her so good. a game of seeing how much rubbing this clitty can take before hitting the point of pleasureful agony and ache. a ritual so meditative i often fall asleep after several edges, finger still pressed on my goonmeat and pruning from the wetness.