If you’re already wet just from a stranger’s message, come over. I want you on my bed with your skirt pushed up, my mouth between your thighs, and those little sounds you try to swallow. I’ll take my time. I’ll make a mess of you. I’ll keep going until you’re shaking and soaking the sheets.
Quiet place. Locked door. No performance — just you getting used the way you’ve been craving. Tell me what time you’ll be dripping on my floor.