She's a quivering mess, her body aching for release, but he's in control. He whispers filthy commands, his voice a harsh, delicious contrast to her whimpers. He slips a finger inside her, then pulls it out, denying her the friction she craves. He teases her clit, her nipples, her lips, always bringing her close, then pulling back. She's a bundle of raw nerves, her body betraying her, her whimpers echoing in the room, a symphony of her desperate, lewd need.