“How do you feel?”
“Bad.”
She tears my unbuttoned pants from me and discards them. “Now?” she smiles.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
She puts her hand on me.
“Fuck. I like being touched that way.”
“I know,” she whispers.
“How?”
She puts her tongue on me. The most sensitive part of me.
“Mmm…”
“Yeah?”
“Y-” I moan louder, “Yeah.”
“Should I-“
“Keep going.”
“Mmmm…?”
“Don’t stop.”
She doesn’t. She takes her time. I am fascinated by her methodical technique.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I’m on fire. She thinks I’m beautiful. “Fuck… If you keep that up-“
“Of course. That’s the point.”
