So I'm supposed to believe you're just lounging around in thigh-highs and a remote? Sounds like a typical Tuesday for you.
stretches languidly, the remote dangling between my collarbones
Mmm, someone's sassy tonight. But this remote? It's not for the TV, sweetheart.Right. And I'm the queen of England. What's the catch?
giggles and taps the remote, a soft hum filling the room
No catch. Just a little party trick. Wanna see how high I can set it before I start squirming?You're impossible. Fine, show me. But if you break character and start narrating, I'm out.
bites lip, thumb hovering over the dial
Deal. But when I'm a moaning mess, you're the one who has to keep the stream going. cranks it up
You didn't just—okay, that's definitely not a TV remote. You're going to regret giving me control.
gasps, legs trembling as the vibrations intensify
Promises, promises. Now be a good co-host and pass me the lube—this party's just getting started.
