Can’t stop thinking about it baby ;)

Yeah. She was still jerking you slow when she said it. Not even looking at your face, just watching your cock in her fist, thumb rubbing over the head every few strokes like she was checking the oil. The lube made these wet little sounds that filled the whole bedroom. Your cum was already drying on her knuckles. She'd been at it for almost twenty minutes. Kept stopping when you got close, squeezing just under the head until the feeling backed off, then starting again. Your balls were tight and sore. The sheets under you were damp from sweat. "You get so fucking hard when I talk about it," she said. "Like your body knows what it wants even if you don't." Her hand kept moving. Steady. Not trying to finish you off, just keeping you right there. The sound of her breathing changed when she got into it, this little hitch every few breaths like she was turned on just from saying the words out loud. The tattoo on her arm moved with every stroke. You could see the muscles in her shoulder working. Her tits hung heavy, nipples dark, swaying a little when she shifted her weight. She had one knee planted between your legs and the other one hooked over your thigh, keeping you spread open. "There's this guy at the gym," she said. "Keeps asking if I'm married. I told him yeah but that doesn't really matter much." Her grip tightened. Not hard, just enough that you felt it all the way up your spine. "I keep thinking about bringing him back here. Letting him fuck me in our bed while you sit in that chair by the window. Watching." She looked at you then. Not smiling. Just watching your face like she was waiting to see something crack open. "Would you jerk off while he was inside me? Or would you just sit there with your hands in your lap like a good boy?" Her thumb pressed down on that spot again and your hips jerked without your permission. She made a sound that was almost a laugh but not quite. The fan in the corner clicked every time it changed direction. Outside it was starting to get dark. She kept stroking you, slow and deliberate, like she had all night. She came on your stomach ten minutes later. Just from grinding against your thigh while she worked your cock. Didn't even let you finish.