When it comes to letting you “impress me” with your blowjob skills, I’m kind of a dick I’ve come to realize.
Maybe it’s the built-in need to satisfy you so badly that it just takes over and I have to just finger you into a hot mess until your legs are shivering and you just can’t concentrate any longer.
Maybe it’s just because I am so thoughtful and sweet.
Lemme check. Nope, not it.
Maybe it’s the Costco-sized supply of memories of not enough spit, minimal stroking, dry-heaving with a “hold on a second” finger motion, zero eye contact, and a girl fifteen minutes later with a jaw that has to be killing her ten minutes ago.
Might be getting warmer.
Takes a lot to make me cum with your cock sucking skills, princess. Not sure why it is, but it’s definitely not a good thing. Trust me. Lasting long in Blowjobville sucks, and not in a good way.
Nowadays I tend to give it about “T-minus better bring your A game” and if I don’t see it, then I just take charge and eat your pussy into oblivion. I’d rather watch you cum from down below than cum myself anyways, cupcake, so don’t worry, nobody was harmed in the making of this film.
In my mind, there is nothing quite as amazing and rewarding as making a woman cum, multiple times, head between her thighs, fingers rubbing the G for the assist, all while seeing her mind going apeshit and listening intently to the symphony of noises escaping her.
I’d smile a big photo booth smile if I didn’t have a clit between my tongue and upper lip.
But I’m always up to be wrong. Go ahead, take your best shot, baby girl.
Let’s play a game, Kitty Cat. Let’s see who can drive each other into the useless abyss first. I’ve never lost this game, so ya might want to wager cautiously, Ms. Impressive.
Tick tock, Kitten.