I Can Feel.

I can feel.

​I can feel his grip around my neck as his body joins closer to mines. Raising my chin, tasting my chest to my neck. Slowly approaching towards my lips, my eyes make contact with his as he comes face to face. Something about his presence has affected me so severely, I became so numb to the point that I’m at his mercy. “Oh please, fuck me.” I am to please and I crave to taste you and feel you. My urges are getting the best of me… I’m sliding down the wall, lowering myself in front of him.

I can feel.

I can feel my knees finally touching the floor. My hands grabbing his pole as my mind is creating a plan to destroy him. So he can return the favor and destroy me. Working him taste so good had me moaning as it was the best meal I ever had. My goal is to hear him curse, moan, and groan. I need confirmation that I’m doing it right. Tell me something...