[She cries out as he tortures her with his mouth. He keeps bringing her so close, just to the very edge, until she feels like a single breath is all it will take to make her come — and then he backs off and lets her subside. The frustrated orgasm is becoming an ache in her belly. She almost cusses him out, except this is what she asked him for.
... which means she can call a halt to it whenever she wants. Right.]
Lube. [She twists her hips, trying to get away from his mouth, suddenly afraid he'll push her over the edge before she can wield the control she just remembered she has.] Where do you keep the lube?
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... which means she can call a halt to it whenever she wants. Right.]
Lube. [She twists her hips, trying to get away from his mouth, suddenly afraid he'll push her over the edge before she can wield the control she just remembered she has.] Where do you keep the lube?