EZRA
Force can count for begging (better, in your humble opinion). You grin against her inner thighs as she tugs you toward the things she wants, her fingers in your hair and her hand on your jaw and her heels digging into your back. Rough in return, you suck hard on a spot in her thigh, hoping to leave a lingering mark, to stake your claim on this luscious form. Then, at last, you do what you're told, because she's made it clear just what she wants, and you're a good boy who does what he's told.Well, if you're not a good boy then what are you?
(Oh, that's right. A devil's advocate)
Your left hand travels back up to her breasts as your right caresses her inner thigh, lingering on the spot your mouth just was. Said mouth, meanwhile, has moved to her core, slowly beginning the ministrations that made you so prized in your field. Focusing her clit you lick with shocking gentleness, still playing a little but upping the ante quickly. With flicks and sucks you begin to write out words on her core, spelling filth in your seduction, paying attention to the letters she loves.
Your fingers, meanwhile, have slipped down to her ass, cupping gently before traveling on, a single one pressing easily inside her, stroking and thrusting to drive her wild while you continue eating her out. Never let it be said that you are not a skillful, generous, gorgeous, magnanimous, sexy as all fuck, irresistible lover.
Or modest. Nobody better call you that, either.
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
