You try to draw me in again by parting your lips and extending your tongue. I place them carefully back in my bag, and then move the scissors into my back pocket. Blowjob sex Pleasure, not pain. More time passes. I rub my slick-covered fingers over your lips. There are a couple of places where I expect you to open your eyes. We are in the same room, you are partially undressed, and you think you know what is coming. Just enjoying the touch. A animalistic need. “‘Mercy’, Sir. “Very well, pet. “Sir. Close your mouth. Facing you. The taste. But this is a big step. More time passes. But, you will begin to have an inkling… a small taste. “Kiss me, pet!” These are not just ordinary words. Lightly, I trace my way around your ear, my breathing heavy.
