Teasing My Clit Slowly

I start slow… barely touching, just grazing over that aching spot that craves so much more. My fingers know every curve, every pulse. I circle my clit gently—no rush, just soft, teasing strokes that make my breath catch. Each touch sends shivers through me, my thighs already twitching, my pussy already soaked. I moan softly, dragging it out, addicted to the tension. I want to feel everything… the build-up, the burn, the way my body begs for more pressure. I pause just before it’s too much, edging myself, watching my own fingers work, dripping with need. Teasing my clit slowly isn't just pleasure—it's control, it's power, and it's pure, filthy bliss.