C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.

Come sit down right here where you belong. On my lap, the coarse denim of these dark wash jeans rubbing against your bare thighs while your skirt rides high. And soon enough, that rough feeling is supplemented by the similarly masculine touch of my calloused hands around your upper knees. Would you look at that? They’re sliding up. They always slide up–don’t they babe? An index finger dragging along the softness of your inner thigh. Just a tease right around your birthmark. I like the way it’s raised. You used to get self-conscious when I would play with it, but now you fucking love it. And I love that I’ve made you love a part of yourself you used to hate. Because isn’t that what this is really all about?

But let’s not get too fucking sentimental, right, honey? I mean, you’re already starting to scoot further back into my lap as my finger disappears beneath the ruffled hem of your skirt–like always–and finds a place to cup at the corner of your cunt.

You love it when I call it that. It’s so vulgar. So crass. Uncultured. Boorish. But god, that hard fucking C just does it for you, doesn’t it? And you love the way my tongue flicks against the roof of my mouth when I utter it. How can one syllable do so much to you?

Like I care.

I just wanna keep your ass right fucking here.

Whatcha gonna do? Squirm away?

Yeah right. Get real, sweetheart. You know you’ll keep your pretty little peach of an ass on my hardening tip like a good girl. Probably grind against me too like a jellied jezebel. You can barely even talk when you get this way. It’s all panting and whining and moaning and batting those pretty fucking ovals you’ve got for eyes until I make ‘em water.

Which, speaking of, why dontcha suck it first? Yeah, slide off, fall between my legs with a pretty pirouette. Put your cheek to my groin and feel my knees close around you. A warm embrace as I draw you in. Unzip. Pull out. And let’s see that playful pink tongue dangle from your mouth. Always wet and eager and ready. You know I like it sloppy and you’re happy to indulge. Slide over me like honey and let it drip down down down.

Kiss the tip. Suck it. Swirl your tongue in little circles around it. Then it’s my fingers dragging through your hair, pulling it tight, pushing you deeper. God, I like it deeper. And I’m so fucking impatient, aren’t I? I rarely let you set the pace for more than a minute. But what can I say? I like it when I feel you gag against me. When you spit up just a bit, but keep going. You’ve gotten a lot better, you know? You used to choke at the halfway point. Now you can almost take me to my balls. You’ll get there. A little more practice is all you need. And god do I ever make you practice.

Because, listen, when my dick’s pushin’ past your uvula and your eyes are looking up at me–glistening with good girl tears–I just wanna push you down. I wanna shove your face into my lap until you’re blowing spit bubbles around my shaft. You deserve it. God knows you do.

Sometimes you ask me, “Sir, why do you enjoy being so rough with my mouth?”

And I always have to laugh. Isn’t it obvious? I fuck your pussy hard, don’t I? And your ass too? So why wouldn’t I fuck your other hole just the same? I just like it rough sweetheart, no matter which part of you I’m using. Honestly, I go pretty easy on you. You’re lucky I don’t leave you with a face of mushroom-shaped bruises. That’s how fucking hard I wanna tap my cockhead against your forehead and cheeks and chin.

Yeah, you’re right. I do choke you pretty fucking hard and sometimes leave finger imprints around your neck. But, hey, when I’m close to cumming I just can’t stop myself. It’s a compulsion. It feels so fucking great to feel your throat tense up when I’m emptying my cum into your stomach.

Sometimes you can’t swallow quickly enough. You get me off too fucking hard and my load is too fucking big. Shot after shot of thick sticky rope. You’re still swallowing the first throb when I’m filling your mouth with the second. And, naturally, you start to gag and it runs over your bottom lip like a little eruption. But I help you out when I finish. I run my fingers over your chin, gather my sticky seed, and shove it right back down your needy throat where it belongs.

And you always suck my fingers clean like such a well-behaved slut.

That’s a good girl. Always a good girl. Little pats on your head while you lick up what remains.

So, anyway, to answer your question in another way: why do I enjoy fucking your face so much? Because you’re a good girl. And it’s what good girls deserve.