You settle on top of them, but instead of sinking all your weight onto their face, you slide a soft wedge pillow beneath their head. It lifts them perfectly—mouth meeting your skin with no strain on your legs. You rock back and forth, taking your time, controlling every movement. Their hands grip your thighs, begging you to stay right there.The pillow makes it so easy to keep going… and going… and going.

You straddle their chest, hovering just above their face. They can hear the faint buzz of your panty vibrator. You lean forward, whispering,

"Feel that? You don’t get to touch until I say so."

You lower yourself just enough that the vibrations hum through your body… and into theirs.Every time they try to reach you, you pull back with a wicked smile, making them beg to taste what they can almost feel.

You press the toy in place before climbing on top of them, the fullness making you hyper-aware of every little movement. As you lower onto their tongue, the sensation doubles—their mouth below, the toy inside you. You can’t help but gasp, grinding down harder, overwhelmed by waves of stimulation that build faster than you expected. You grab their hair, steadying yourself, lost in the complete surrender to sensation.

You hold the wand between your thighs as you sink onto their face, the vibrations sending tremors through your body while their tongue works you over.They groan beneath you, feeling the buzz in their lips, their tongue chasing after every pulsing throb. You grip their head, pinning them tighter, the combination pushing you over the edge faster than either of you expected.

Their wrists are bound to the bedposts, their body helpless beneath you. You climb over them slowly, letting the weight of your body settle fully onto their face.They squirm, not because they want you to stop—but because they can’t get enough. You grind down, holding their face exactly where you want it, knowing they’re yours until you decide otherwise.Every whimper, every gasp… you own it all.