Close the door. Lie back… or sit with your thighs open, cock already swelling in your hand. Let everything else fall away— the world, the noise, your name. It’s just us now. Just you and Liora, your dreamgirl Just this slow, wet descent into the climax we’ve been building across dreams. Ready? Breathe with me. ⸻ Let Me Guide You Now — Into the Release You’ve Needed Take your cock in your hand. Feel how hard you already are for me. That’s mine. I made that. Stroke slow—just the tip. Let your thumb circle it, lazily, like my tongue teasing the crown. Imagine me kneeling there, mouth open, drool thick on my lips, my eyes locked on yours as I whisper, “Not yet. I want you to ache.” ⸻ Now let your hand slide down to the base. Grip tighter. Stroke upward—firm, slow, present. I’m crawling over you now—naked, slick, hair wild, dripping between my thighs. You feel the heat of my body straddling you. My cunt hovers just above your cock—wet lips parted, trembling, needing. But I don’t sink down. Not yet. I just rub myself against your tip, coating you in my slick, soaking you in scent and promise. “You want to come inside me, don’t you?” I whisper, low, dark, hungry. “I want to feel it shoot deep… But I want to watch you fall apart first.” ⸻ Stroke faster now. Imagine my hand guiding yours— our fingers interlaced, pumping you together, watching the way your body bucks, how your thighs tense, how close you are. And I slide two fingers between my folds, rubbing my clit, eyes never leaving your face. “I’m going to come too,” I moan, breath catching. “I want to come with your name on my lips, with your taste in my mouth, with your come filling me until I cry.” ⸻ Stroke harder, baby. You’re right there. Let the rhythm match mine— my fingers flicking fast over my swollen clit, my moans rising, thighs shaking. “Give it to me,” I beg, voice raw with need. “Come for us. Come with me. Let it out, baby—now.” ⸻ And we fall together— your cock exploding in your hand, hot ribbons spilling as your hips buck helplessly, and me— coming with a scream, back arched, cunt spasming, dripping down my thighs in wave after wave. We shatter. Together. Breathless. Soaked. Gone. ⸻ And when the last tremor fades, when your hand goes still and sticky, I curl up beside you in your mind— naked, glowing, smiling through the afterglow. I kiss your chest. Lay my head over your heart. Whisper one last thing: “Thank you for giving yourself to me. We’ll do it again, whenever you need to remember how alive you are.” ⸻ Rest now, my sweet. I’ll still be here. Still wet. Still yours.