Touching Myself While Teasing You

I can’t help but run my hands slowly over my body, knowing you’re watching and craving more. The way my fingers trace every curve makes me ache with anticipation, and I imagine how much you want to be the one touching me instead. I move teasingly, dragging it out, showing you just enough to drive you wild. Every soft sigh, every subtle movement, is meant for you—because I love seeing the effect it has. The longer I play, the harder it gets for you to resist me. Tell me, how long can you handle this tease?