With what should have been a night of good sleep and rest, we both know you spent that time playing with your pussy endlessly. Why wouldn't you? You get to sleep in anyways before needing to leave...

11pm turns to midnight, you blink and its almost 3am. Your bags are tossed to the side, your clothes are on your bed. You are EXHAUSTED from playing in what you mentally called idle time.

Listening to your sounds, immediately becomes a turn on. Fuck it. The clothes stay on the bed. You just want to be a good girl and edge away. You can pack in the morning.

But morning time comes around, and after grinding your tiny pillow deep into your pussy, you have no thoughts of traveling on your mind.

You look for literally anything to keep that morning high, euphoric with your pussy demanding to stay wet. Becoming creamy and leaky, sticking to your thighs.

What can you use? No toys around.

Fuuuckk.

Sharpies. Those are enough, your pussy is tight so two will stretch her more than enough.

You hear "good girl" as you remind yourself, you can pack as long as your pussy is filled and satisfied. They don't even move, your lips have locked them in place, dripping and getting your thighs stickier.

Clearly you don't -want- to travel with sharpies in your pussy but you need something to stimulate you during the drive. You have family dinner coming up after all.

No toys available, your leggings around one ankle as you helplessly try to drive straight. You can see, but you can't think. You just want dick, long and hard, in your pussy. It HAS to fill you up, and release such a warm load.

Denial drives you fucking crazier by the day. You'll get where you want to, your pussy's demands are far stronger than your fear of being late for dinner.

The bird can wait. Edge for me. Taste your sweet tastes, that alone is more satisfying than any pleasantries.

You are such a good girl, listening to your pussy. Don't ever ignore her, just keep edging away. You'll be stuck in her vices far longer than any short meal.

Maybe three edges, forced, will satisfy. Who knows? There's only one way to find out.