Kneel closer. I want your eyes locked on my tight, deep navel as I slowly lift my top and let you admire the place you crave most. You cannot look away. You exist for this view. I lean in, letting you study every curve before I gently slide one finger inside, circling and teasing as you begin stroking on my command. I add a second, stretching and exploring, watching your control slip while you stay obedient. Then a third, pushing deeper, expanding my navel as you follow my rhythm and pace. You are helpless for my fourth hole, completely devoted to the way I move and the sounds I make as I chase my own pleasure. You do not rush. You wait. You stroke when I allow it. You worship while I build toward my bellygasm, knowing your release only happens if I decide you have earned it.
