Stranger_01: Then let me tempt you more… Close your eyes for a second. Imagine my hands aren’t just words on a screen but something real—fingertips grazing your thigh, just barely there, enough to make you shiver.
Stranger_02: Mmm… I can feel it. Slow. Teasing.
Stranger_01: That’s right. Just the edge of my touch, tracing lazy circles along the softest part of your skin. Climbing higher, inch by inch, until my fingers brush against that spot between your thighs, the one already burning for more.
Stranger_02: God… I want them to go higher. I want you to press harder.
Stranger_01: Not yet. I like the way you squirm when I make you wait. I’d let my hand linger, hovering just above where you need it most, feeling the heat of you, but not giving in just yet.
Stranger_02: You like teasing me, don’t you?
Stranger_01: I love it. Love the thought of you aching, desperate for more, your breath hitching every time I move closer… only to pull away again.
Stranger_02: You’re making me wet.
Stranger_01: Good. Now slip your hand down. Slowly. Let your fingertips ghost over your inner thighs, just the way I would.
Stranger_02: Mmm… feels so good. My skin is tingling.
Stranger_01: Good girl. Now trace lower, between your legs. Feel how slick you are, how ready.
Stranger_02: God, yes… I’m so ready.
Stranger_01: Then don’t hold back. Slide your fingers over yourself, just the way you like it. Slow circles, pressing just right. I want to hear how it makes you feel.
Stranger_02: Mmm… my hips are already rolling. It’s not enough. I need more.
Stranger_01: Then take more. Slide a finger inside, feel how tight and hot you are. Imagine it’s me pressing into you, stretching you open, filling you inch by inch.
Stranger_02: Fuck… yes… deeper…
Stranger_01: That’s it. Take it slow at first. Let yourself feel every movement, every pulse of pleasure. Then, when you can’t stand it anymore, I want you to go faster. Harder.
Stranger_02: I’m so close…
Stranger_01: Then let go. Let me hear you come for me.
