Outdoors at twilight, when he says good girl paints her naked against nature. Fireflies dance as she lies back on soft grass in when he says good girl, legs falling open like an offering. The cooling air kisses her heated skin while her fingers work magic in when he says good girl. Every rustle of leaves accompanies her rising moans in when he says good girl. She uses both hands now—one teasing her nipples to stiff peaks, the other plunging deep—and when he says good girl drinks in every second. The sky darkens above her as pleasure crests in when he says good girl, her back bowing off the ground in a silent scream that becomes the loudest moment in all of when he says good girl. When she finally stills in when he says good girl, stars reflect in her eyes, and you’re left worshipping the goddess that when he says good girl revealed.