You gently guide the brush through Dosie‘s soft hair, untangling tiny knots. She hums at your caring touch, suppressing a moan.
You rest one hand on her shoulder to calm her shaking body, but the vibrations, which spread from between her legs, left goosebumps all over her skin.
She tries to regulate her breath, holding onto your ankles for dear life as the tiny toy vibrated against her sensitive walls.
Dosie sneaks one hand onto her crotch, letting out a surprised gasp as she feels just how soaked her panties are.
She knows she‘s not allowed to touch herself without your permission but in this moment she feels hypnotized with need, unable to stop the hand that glides under her clothes.
Sweat pearls gather on her forehead, mouth hanging open as her pointer finger ghosts over her clit.
You give her hair a rougher pull, disappointed by her disobedience, but the stinging pain makes Dosie moan out loud, letting herself fall back into your lap.
She looks up at you with pleading eyes, begs caught in her throat as the light vibrations slowly but steadily turn her brain to mush.
You grab onto her wrist, pulling her hand out of her pants and rolling your eyes at the sight of her glistening fingers.
„Needy, are we?“