Even when you are shaking, pushing me away as that little slight burn shoots down to your toes and you want me to just leave you alone now…
Not gonna happen.
Not on my watch.
You are going to hate me for it. You are going to love me at the same time. When your endorphin rush comes back down and your shivers seem to end, I am adjusting, breathing heavily through my nose, setting up for the next one.
You are in the batter’s box again and I just struck you out.
I told you, I don’t want one. I don’t even want two. I don’t want just three. I want to make you never forget tonight for the rest of your life.
I want you to think about this to the point it is unhealthy.
I want every single time you watch porn, to just look at the men, and scowl down at them. I want you to remember me when you are at dinner, shopping, or work, and start giggling with a wet pussy, thinking of me making you squirm, kick, buck, and flip out as my tongue and firm lips suck, pull, bite, and lick your beautiful pink clit.
Never weak. Never kissy-kissy.
Always firm. Always aggressive. Always fast.
I want you to play with yourself and think of it. I want your orgasm to be amazing when you do, but not nearly as amazing as the half a dozen I gave you just from oral. Yeah, just from oral.
I am staying down here until I get them. This is a baseball game for me. There is no stopwatch. No timer. I am staying here as long as it takes.
Fingers inside you when I do it and driving you senseless. You are mine after this and we both know it. Yeah, you will do anything I want, won’t you?
I’m just getting started, cupcake. You haven’t even felt me inside you yet.
Let’s go for extra innings.
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