You tell me to sit across you. A self conscious sound. I drop my head shyly. Your response:
"Who's body is this? It's not your choice. Your body is mine and it's beautiful and I want to taste it. So get your fucking leg across my shoulder and stick that delicious cunt and arse in my face".
Well if you put it like that.
He licks and fingers my clean, tight bottom. It makes me squirt. He laughs and purrs.
"Dirty little bitch".
So wet, so excited. I beg him to fuck me and it's been so long. I choke on him, wet and drooling as he licks, pleasures and chastises my desire in a rhythm.
We come together. In the heat of the room. Unified in pleasure and inequality, in climax and intention.
He told me earlier that evening that I am the most precious thing, that he has ever owned. I think he probably means it. If he doesn't it at least sounds good.
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