Games but she likes playing with it harder

She teases him with playful touches, but he knows exactly what she craves. The game starts soft, her fingers tracing his skin, teasing every inch until his breath hitches. Then it shifts—her grip tightens, her nails drag harder, her mouth follows with hungry urgency. He moans into the pillow as her teeth graze his shoulder, her hands pinning him down with relentless control. The harder she plays, the louder his whimpers grow, his body arching into every rough stroke. She grins against his skin, loving how his resistance melts under the pressure, how his moans turn desperate as she pushes past every limit. The game ends with him trembling, her dominance leaving him breathless and aching for more.