fuckingforpleasure:

During dinner, you calmly lean over and in my ear whisper:

“I’ve been touching myself since we sat down. I believe my silk panties are soaked, sir.”

My fingers find your thighs and dig into your skin. We lock eyes. I bring my lips to your skin and kiss your cheek. Into your ear I blow:

“Good girl.”

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