“Good girls never cum”, he always told her.
She’d heard that so much that it was engraved, deep inside her mind. Everyday she edged, and edged, and edged. Today was no different, she edged to a point where she was crying and whining in frustration. A point where she’d do literally anything, everything, for that sweet orgasm; he just had to name it. But good girls never cum, do they? A tiny part of her knew that.
“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”, he whispered in her ear, soothing her, his hand still on her cunt.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then edge for me again, whore. Good girls never cum.”
