Sometimes, I like to tell you to paint a picture with words as you kneel there. Use your filthy mouth to fire my stroking fantasy. Use the lace and creamy flesh to make me throb.
But you don’t get to touch…no matter how you beg.
Watch me.
Watch the muscles of my forearm flex. Look at the way my thighs tighten and relax. You don’t get to see these things with my cock down your throat. This isn’t punishment for you.
It is a gift.
Do you want to watch me? Do you want to make me come? I have stared at your pictures, listened to your voice, read your words. I want this moment. All these moments. I want to see you dressed for me. Crouched down for me. Do you want to suck me? Do you want to lick my balls? Do you want me to just masturbate for you? What do you want?
Can I just answer a blanket “YES!”, and throw in a resounding “YOU!” at the end?
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