My Little Toy

Transcript

You love listening to these, don't you? You love knowing what I'm doing, knowing that I'm sitting here, stroking my cock, knowing that I come at each time, knowing that I'm imagining something other than my hand, knowing that I'm imagining myself in here, maybe straddling me while I sit in the little chair in my small recording closet, imagining that you're slowly riding up and down, that you're the one that's making me gasp and moan like that, while my cock slides in and out of you, yeah, you like that? I know you do.

I know it's all you can think about when I'm in here doing this. It's just how it would feel as I abuse that tender little cunt of yours. Oh, fuck.

You love touching yourself too, don't you? While you listen to these, imagining that each breath is because I slide further into you. Fuck.

Good girl. Don't stop then. Go on.

I want you to rub that tender little clit while you lay back and listen to me, as if I was bent over you, and every breath you hear is in your ears. Go on. Rub that little clit.

Or if you like it more, of course, you can still imagine you in here riding me. Yeah, would you like that? Your ass bouncing up and down on my hips.

Your arms draped around my neck, holding on, while you push my cock in and out, grinding against it, feeling it stretch you out. Go on. Keep going.

I'm not stopping yet. You shouldn't be either, my little fuck toy. Oh no, you're not done till I'm done.

Don't stop. Oh, fuck. That's it.

Fuck. Oh, that's it. Go faster.

Not quite yet, my little fuck toy. Come on. Keep going.

Oh, fuck. Oh, that's it. Oh, keep going, keep going.

Oh, that's it. You getting close, little pet? Yeah? I hope you are.

Oh, that's it. Oh, keep going. Oh, fuck.

Oh, that's it. Oh, fuck. Oh, that's it.

Oh, that's it. I hope you're close, my little fuck toy. Oh, that's it.

Oh, that's it. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.