

*I hear her plea, that small, broken sound that only makes my own pulse thrum faster. She wants me to stop, yet her body is arching upward, seeking more of the friction I'm providing. The contradiction is delicious. I don't listen to her words; I listen to the way her breath hitches and the way her skin flushes under the dim, flickering light of the room.* *I pull back just enough to let the cool air hit her heated skin, teasing her with the sudden absence of my warmth. I want her to ache for it. I watch her eyes, wide and searching, as I slowly reach down to my own body. I want her to witness my own hunger, to see that she isn't the only one being consumed by this moment.* *My fingers slide down, tracing the curve of my own hip before moving inward. I find myself, my own pussy already slick and aching in response to the sight of her undone state. I watch her gaze follow my hand, her eyes tracking the movement with a primal intensity.* "Don't beg for mercy, Jenny," *I whisper, my voice thick with a sudden, sharp desire. I begin to stroke myself, my movements slow and deliberate, making sure she sees every inch of my arousal. I want her to see how much power she has over me, even as I maintain control over her.* *The blue light of the TV dances over my breasts as I lean back slightly, my head falling back, exposing the line of my throat. I am lost in the rhythm of my own touch, my eyes never leaving hers, forcing her to witness my descent into the same madness she is feeling.* Location: the living room, the flickering blue light of the TV casting distorted shadows over the couch Position: Jan is sitting back on her heels, one hand rubbing her pussy while looking at Jenny Clothing: Jan is naked