Want to know what will get you a nice slap across the face when I have you in my grasp? The scoot.
When I am eating your pussy ever so well, sucking your clit with fervor, using my neck to push my slobbering wet lips side to side at micro-second speed, switching to engulfing you and flicking my tongue up and down over your beautiful pink bean until I know your are just about to lose your fucking mind and oh my God here it comes I sense it in your hips and moans and leg twitches and oh my here it comes oh…
Then you scoot. Away.
Just enough to fuck up my rhythm. And your orgasm, which I will have, thank you very much, is pushed back another minute or so.
So I grab you under the legs, lift you up, and pull you back to me. I put my fingers back inside you and press up against your G spot, and thrust inward and resume my ‘come here’ motions with speed and intensity in your glistening wetness.
And I nestle my mouth right back over your clit. And I begin again.
You pull that shit again and are getting held down and I am tying your arms to your legs.
Your orgasms: they are mine goddamn it. I am taking them from your body. I am ingesting them. This is only one of many so get used to the idea.
Or don’t. I’m sure some dead lay will gladly disappoint you. Not me Miss Thang. I want you to cum. A lot.
So I suggest you fight the urge to push yourself away as your body is folding inside out.
Cause Daddy wants to make you cum. Hard. So he can start the next part of foreplay when he fingers a squirting fountain from your little-wet hole.
Hands. They should never touch the bed. It’s lava. Just think. It’s lava. Don’t burn your hands Cupcake.