It’s in the way he bites his lip…
He tells me I tease. Not that I *am* a tease. But that I tease.
He tells me I tease. Not that I *am* a tease. But that I tease.
I watch his hand glide, slow and tight, all the way to the base of his cock before sliding up again, and when he pushes his swollen head against his… Read more »
Just three syllables, tripping off your tongue in ragged breaths released…