lazydom:

People misunderstand when I say that I use you to get off. They think I use your hands, your junk, your tongue… They’ve got it all wrong.

I use your whimpers, your gasping, your crying, your shuddering, your fear, the delicious spasms that run through your body, your twitching muscles, any-and every-thing I can put my cunt on. They don’t understand that I’m most pleased by your suffering.

Now scream for me.