Jay and I have an understanding that I need more… and he loves it.

I wrap my fingers around him, slowly stroking, watching the way his cock twitches in my hand. He knows what’s coming. He wants it.

He loves hearing about them. How much better they feel… How deep they go… How I scream for them in a way I never do for him… 🤭

He groans, not in protest, but in pure, aching need.

I giggle, biting my lip. I can’t help it, babe! You’ re just too small for me 😅 I mean, you feel good, but it’s not the same. Not even close.

His hips jerk into my fist, his breathing getting heavier. He lives for this, knowing he’s not enough, knowing I’ll always need more than just him 🥰