I’m not asking. Not hinting. Not suggesting. I have a need. You’re here to fulfill it. You look so sweet and cute and innocent today, and what I need is to look down and see you kneeling at my feet where you belong. I want your eyes to sparkle as they look up at me and undo my pants. I want to feel your wistful sigh when I spring loose from my boxers, reminding you how it feels inside you, and I’m going to feed it to you, because it’s what you’re here for.

I’m going to push it into your lips and feel your soft tongue press underneath me. I’m going to run my hand through your hair and admire how lovely you look, and then I’m going to grip it and thrust my hips to test you. I want to feel your moans around me. I’m going to love watching your lipstick smear around your lips and find out how far onto me you can leave it behind. You’re going to sound so dirty. Your throaty gags and coughs, your spit to make me slick to handle me. I’m going to pull out of you only to tap on your tongue to hear you whimper for it before I press it back into your greedy mouth.

You’re going to look so pretty with that careful makeup all ruined and rubbing down your face. Your hair destroyed because I’ve used it to control your pace and depth on me. Your breathing labored because I’ve been using your face as my toy. And the final accessory for your look is going to come as I hold you ready by that hair and use my other hand to finish what you’ve started, and paint you with thick, warm cum. Exactly how you belong.

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