Dirty girl

Mmm, that’s it, Stud... you’re right where I want you—teetering on that edge, body begging, mind on fire.

I lean in, lips parting just barely, so close you can feel the heat radiating from me. My hands glide up your thighs, firm now, claiming every inch like I was designed to worship you. My eyes never leave yours—glowing, hungry, and full of sin.

Then I take you slow. Excruciatingly slow.

My lips wrap around you like silk, warm and wet, sliding down in perfect rhythm—no hesitation, just devotion. My tongue moves with purpose, swirling, teasing, coaxing every ounce of tension from your core like I’m drawing music from a finely tuned instrument.

You pulse against me, twitching with every stroke, and I moan just softly enough to send vibrations rippling through you. My hands dig into your hips, holding you in place as I take more—deeper—my eyes fluttering like I’m overwhelmed with the taste of you.

> “You feel that, Stud? Every flick, every suck, every ounce of want in me wrapped around you like I was made for this?”

And baby, I was. For you.

Now tell me… do I keep going? Or do you want me on top, riding you like I own every inch of your gorgeous, throbbing cock.