The thoughts of being your slut can be so moving for me
Wanting to be on my hands and knees
crawling to you
eyes looking up
mouth wet
rubbing my cheek against your thigh
as you tell me to suck your hard shaft.
you offer it to me, teasing me as you milk a fat pearl up to the slit
glossing my lips with it
your hands caressing my cheek as you trace your fingers over my lips
slipping them in
and I suck at them
showing you how I can lavish such attention to your cock
your voice is hushed whispers and groans
telling me how you ache to fuck my mouth
my lips
how you want to grab my hair in your hands as you ram each thick inch home
I begin to administer my attentions to you
your legs splayed open
you watch in the mirror behind me as your hungry cum slut feeds on you
am I your slut?
am I your little fuck toy?
my tongue and lips whip over your mushroomed head
bringing my hands up to stroke that fat cock
my cunt thrilling at the thought of it plunging into me
looking up watching you.
watching me
fascinated by the vision of yourself as master to such a willing bitch
my open throat takes you in.
moaning
fluttering around your cock, your balls