You sat through work. Through the mental gymnastics of being frustrated. Horny. Wetness spreading, sticking to your thighs. No body knows. You know though. You noticed it the whole time.

Fuck.

The work day ends, but like everyone, our day really just begins. We can finally listen and respond to what our bodies have been screaming for the WHOLE day. Attention. Touch. Stimulation.

Precum feels so much fucking better to play without the stress of being caught or seen. Freedom to close the door behind yourself, home finally to tend to what felt like an eternal hiatus.

Good girls want to be edged. They want to serve, and be filled with a warm dick and a warm load to leak out as the evening goes on.

The car ride home from work couldn't replicate this relief. The cheating touches couldn't satisfy your needy pussy.

It's been a long day. But, let's both be real. It'll be an even longer night. And it's going to feel an absolute fuck-load better.

So sit back, relax. Light a candle. Spread your lips, and play with your wetness. Taste yourself, because you know I would. Be the good girl we both know you are.

Edge. Again. Go slower. And slower. Take your time, because we have nothing but time. Tuesday will come soon enough.

But right now? You're mine.