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“Something you want, little girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What is it you want?”
“I…I’d like to use my mouth, Sir.”
“What would you like to use your mouth on, little one?”
“I want it on your cock, Sir.”
“Mmm, is that so?”
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir?”
“Let me see how you’re going to use that pretty mouth.”
“I…I don’t understand, Sir.”
“Well before I let you use your pretty mouth on my cock, I want to see you practice. Show me how that mouth works. Why don’t you practice on my finger here. You can show me how good a job you’re going to do.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Mmm, that’s a good girl. Just like that, kitten. Eyes right here. Don’t dare break eye contact while you’re using that pretty mouth. That’s right. Exactly like that. Keep this up sweetheart and I’m going to let you get what you wish.”
That perfect heart and oh so dirty mind she is my perfect little slut and my sweet little Princess. As I am addicted to her she is addicted to me. TDK
@lil-sweet-as-sin
My goal, love, every time, is to make you a desperate, whimpering, mess. So much so that any sounds coming out of your mouth don’t make sense. That no words can describe what I do to your delicious body. That your mind turns cloudy and the only thing you can think about is how you want more.
More of my hands. The taste of my mouth. The feel of my body on you, in you, all over every inch of you. I want you to constantly think about what I do to you, and wonder what I’m going to do to you next.
I want to overwhelm you with it all, love. I want to surprise you, tease you and make you burn for me. That’s what I want to do every day. All the time. As much as I can.
Well, I met a pretty little girl some days ago who complained that none of her lovers have ever tied her up. And she always wanted to see how it’s like. So, I keep imagining this:
“Oh, come on! Why did you stop? I was just about to cum!”
“Well you told me your fantasy, but never asked about mine. Maybe you should have. This is called an ‘edge’.”
“I see. So, you lick me but don’t let me cum?”
“Oh no, it’s way more than that. The way I see it you have two choices: Either I do this again and you cum without telling me you were getting close in the first place -which will end up in me untying you and we can have some normal, old-fashioned, ordinary sex-, or you warn me that you’re getting close and you sit back and watch what I do. It’s your choice, really. But, you either choose one or the other. There’s no turning back.”
“…”
*starts licking her slowly for some minutes*
“…mh…ugh… ok, fuck it. I’m so close.”
*licks slower and lighter every moment until stopping after some minutes*
“What the fuck. Literally any kind of touch would make me cum right now.”
“Good. This would be number two. Keep counting.”
“What?! How many?”
*starts licking slowly*
“Ah. Fuck.”
—an hour or so later—
“F– F– Fif– Fifty.”
“Good girl. I think we’re done for now. Did you like it?” *starts caressing her hole lightly with his fingers*
“W– Wait. You– You’re not gonna let me cum?!”
“I asked you something: Did you like it?”
“Fuck. Ok, yes, I did. But, I can’t really think straight with your hand still touching me there.”
“Good. So, now, you have two choices again. You either go home and masturbate to ease the frustration, or you literally don’t even touch that little pussy until we meet again in two days. And oh, believe me, I’ll know what you chose.”
Omg. Phenomenal caption. My head is spinning
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