I keep whispering your name, hoping you’ll tell me what to do

That sound was real and my thighs won’t stop shaking

Your hands could have replaced this entire scene

You’ll feel this one through the screen, I promise

Countdown stops mid-squirt

You’re already in too deep—might as well keep going.

The way I arched at the end? You’ll see why

You should probably stop now… but you won’t.

Breath disappears with pulse rhythm

I wanted to last longer, but I stood no chance

Keep your hand moving while I whisper dirty thoughts

You shouldn’t crave this… but you do.

Tell me, how does this feel?