What that mouth do?
If you’re ever inclined to watch me unravel at your words, to reduce me to a panting animal, simply make me tell you all the things I want to do to you with my mouth.

How would you ‘make’ me? Easy, I’d let you say pretty things in hushed tones and push your fingers inside me as you asked me what you wanted to know.
That’s a sure way to find out my secrets.

I’d tell you how I wanted to suck your fingers clean. How I want to tug your tongue with my teeth and feel you lick my lips. I’d tell you that the sound of my cunt squelching around your hand is making it hard to think. I’d tell you how I want to please you, how I need to be your good soft baby and be so perfect for you.

You’re such a softie, you’d feed me my cum off your hand, once you’d edged me and toyed with me to get me extra wet. I’d tell you how juicy you made me and beg you for more, but you’d ignore my pleas because you know I love it when you say no, too.

That’s all it takes; I’m ripe for the picking, yours for the taking. Let me show you what this mouth can do.

 

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