I want my mouth to be all that you can think about. The impression my tongue can make, to leave you enamoured of its ability to keep you quivering. The eroticism of how I can bring about so many sensations from such a small part of you, how such tiny actions can leave you breathless.
While my commanding lips entangle with your own most tender ones, communicating eroticism with such relentless desire, the intent always remains. I always want to be certain that the next time you see me, the next time you hear me, all you’ll be thinking about is my head nestled between your thighs.
My head between your thighs, lips pressing tighter, and fingers working you faster as you get closer and closer. What turns you on most isn’t simply knowing how much I want to make you come. It’s knowing that when you do come, I won’t stop. You can try and move away, but all that will do is draw me closer to keep you held tighter. I love when the excitement turns to disbelief – feeling like you can’t possibly come any more, yet knowing that I won’t stop until you do.
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