I am yours. This is why I kneel for you. I am devoted to your pleasure, both mental and physical. I am yours to tease, touch, taste, and smell.

I am on my knees for you when you come home. I will look up at you adoringly and lovingly, sharing my thoughts and soul through my brown eyes. I want to watch you look down at me with passion and hunger, respect and gratitude. Come close to me so I can remove your shoes and pants, leaving you in those silky shorts I love to run my hands over. Let me nuzzle against your thigh, making my way to your hip so you can feel my warm breath on your thickening length.

I look up to you for permission to give in to my craving to touch your cock, making sure to be gentle as it grows more sensitive and needy. My lips run over your silken shorts, feeling your hardness under them start to twitch with need. Before I realize what I am doing, my fingers hook under your waist and start pulling down your shorts so I can have directl contact with your skin.

I instantly taste your muskiness in my open mouth and nose, making my mouth water even more. I gently lift your legs one at a time, removing your shorts entirely. Your cock is rigid and standing proud in front of my mouth and eyes. I want to take it into my warm, wet mouth and taste this intimate part of you again. I can never get enough of your taste on my velvety tongue, no matter how often I pull you between my lips like this.

Before I have the chance, your hand grabs your length and starts stroking it gently, slowly. I feel my own wetness growing between my legs as my clit starts to pound in time with my heartbeat. You are teasing me, making me watch you pleasure yourself while I kneel before you on my knees with my nipples so hard they are starting to ache. As I watch you stroke yourself, I see a small bead of moisture at the crown of your cock. I am eager to taste you and look up at you pleasingly through my dark lashes.

I see your eyes twinkle as you understand my silent request. “Stick out your tongue like a Good Girl”, I hear you say. I do as I am told, not moving otherwise. Just opening my mouth and sticking out my hungry tongue for you. I instinctively close my eyes, and I feel your hand under my chin, pulling my face upwards. “Keep those pretty eyes open”, you gently growl at me. I stare into those eyes as you slowly guide the slick head of your cock to my tongue, just close enough for me to swipe the wetness off your hot skin.

You are salty with a subtle, underlying sweetness… I absolutely love how you taste and crave more.

“May I have your cock, Sir?” I ask with a note of reverence in my voice. I feel your hand pull away from under my chin. As a smirk crosses your mouth, I feel your hand at the back of my head.

“Yes, you may. Open your mouth for me.”

I open my mouth, keeping my eyes on yours. I feel you start to slide your rigid length against my tongue and I envelope you with my wet lips. I start to suck gently as I rub my tongue along the bottom of your length. I hear you groan as your hips push you deeper down my throat. Hearing your pleasure sends chills down my spine.

Still looking up at you beneath my lashes, I start to add more urgency to my sucking as I move you up and down my throat. I want to pull all of the stress, frustration, and anxiety from your body. I want to feel your body lean against mine, shuddering in surrender to the feel of my mouth on you. I want you to only focus on the sensations I am giving you as I take everything negative from your mind and body.

I watch you as you begin to let go. You start to fuck my mouth and throat as you become more engulfed in the sensations. I revel in each thrust as you fuck my throat, knowing that reach thrust releives you of more stress and strain. I slow those negative feelings with your cock as it pushes further down my throat.

Your hand tightens around my hair, pulling my head to you as you thrust harder and faster. I can feel my aching breasts bounce with each thrust and I can only imagine what I look like in your eyes… my mouth and throat full of your cock while I sit on my heels with my breasts bouncing up and down…

Your groans become more feral and deep as you get closer to your release. I feel my wetness soaking my panties as I continue to take you deep inside me. You start to plunge hard and deep, holding your head deep in my throat for a few seconds before almost pulling completely out of my mouth. I don't let you pull out all the way, sucking hard on your top as I swipe it quickly with my tongue before you plunge back again.

I can tell by your throaty moans that you are about to cum. I place my hands on the back of your thighs, not wanting you to pull away so I can swallow your seed. I want to take the last of your frustrations with your hot cum, leaving you relaxed, satisfied, and loved.

I feel you start to shake, your length becoming more rigid against my tongue. You start to pull my head away from you, drawing your hips away from me. I grab your thighs tightly and pull you deep inside my throat as you release your hot seed, groaning deeply and loudly. I hold you deep in my throat, swallowing your seed as your body relaxes against me.

I clean your length with my tongue, gently sucking every drop from you. I release you from my hold, looking up at your eyes, seeing them softer and more serene than when you found me on my knees earlier.

I feel proud for taking the weariness of the day from you. I love seeing this softer, gentler side of you. This is the man I love, adore, and eagerly submit to. Your hand strokes my hair as you lift my chin with your other, pulling me to my feet. You look into my eyes, seeing my sense of accomplishment living there.

“You are such a Good Girl for taking care of me like that. Thank you.” I feel your breath against my lips as you pull me into your embrace, gently kissing me and biting my bottom lip. My panties are no match for the pool of my juices dripping from my eager cunt. I'm certain I will feel my wetness leaking down my thigh if you keep this up.

I feel your hand circle my breast, making me catch my breath and groan with primal need. My hips seek out yours, wanting to grind against you.

“Now it's my turn to take care of you” is whispered into my ear as you flick my hard, sensitive nipple.

“Thank you, Sir” is all I say before you turn me around and walk me towards the bedroom.