You did it. You made it through an unbearably draining work week. The work was easy. The draining part was having constantly horny thoughts consume and envelope your entire day and night.

Your pussy is becoming the ruler of your body. You feel yourself growing weaker to it by the hour. It's truly mentally taxing being a slave to your pussy.

She's ruthlessly needy, frequently wet, and just demanding stimulation. You feel feral with how much stimulation would be required to satisfy your pussy's demands.

Fuck me, you just can't help it though. Your pussy wakes you up leaking like a faucet. Gently pulling away your juices for a sweet taste to start your morning. Breakfast is served, and if I can't eat it, you are the good girl who knows to not waste a drop.

The work day is short, you have travel plans after all. But it's short and filled with idle time. The past two days built a lack of care. Fuck it. You need to rub. To grind. To hump. If you get caught, you'll just bullshit an excuse to cover it up.

Your pussy owns you. And the best part of it all, the person who stimulates your pussy has you wrapped around their finger.

I want you wrapped around my finger. Your pussy may own you, but she needs guidance in staying pleased. The chaotic nature you feel is from being overwhelmingly stimulated, white noise fogging up your thoughts.

But when you have that guidance? The clarity comes from within. Yes, Sir. A finger in your mouth, to taste, calms everything down.

It'll all be fine. You just need to be a good girl, edge for me. I promise I'll help 😘❤️