"I love being yours," they sigh, dreamily, completely enraptured in this fantasy that Justin was describing, one that was just about to become quite real for the both of them. Every whispered detail makes Monty groan loader, a hot flush flooding his body as they gyrate their hips harder, fingers clawing against the man's chest, ruining his finely pressed shirt.

"Please," they say, voice harsh and rough. "I want that - all of that - I want you to stretch me out, use me up, want you to make me scream for it, want you to torment me because you know I like being good for you, right? You know I'd do anything to please you, to make you want to fuck into me so hard it hurts for days after." I want you to want me as badly as I want you all the time.

"Don't let me cum the whole time, ok, sir?" They're breathless, panting, their cunt already slick and dripping into Justin's hand. "Make earn it."