You’re going to…

You’re thinking of me.
You’re hard because of it.
You’re going to tell me how you’re touching yourself.
You’re going to tell me what you’d do to me right now if I let you.
You’re going to tell me how much you miss being inside me.
You’re going to tell me you’re close, and I’m going to tell you to stop.
You’re going to keep telling me hot things though, because I don’t have to stop even if you do (this isn’t about you anyway).
You’re going to get me off with the picture you paint with your words.
You might be allowed to get off then, maybe, if you’ve done a good job.
You’ll just have to try again if not.