I kept building it up higher and higher

If confidence makes me too much—then so be it.

Keep going while I count your strokes out loud

Keep stroking or I will stop teasing altogether

Your moans in my head made my legs shake hard

No silence just raw sounds and breathy gasps

I wasn’t ready. You aren’t ready. No one is ready.

This? This is what trouble feels like.

This isn’t just desire—it’s dangerously addictive.

Mic picks up each moan perfectly

Want to stroke with me while I ride it in deep

The teasing was unbearable, but I loved it

I didn’t stop touching until I screamed your name