onedeadpoet:

“Tell me your secret, dirty fantasies that you picture when you’re alone.

*glide*

The more you tell me the more and longer my wet lips trail up and over your SENSITIVE SPOT.

*glide*

If you stop, I won’t stop, but I won’t go up as high. And I think you really, REALLY,

*glide*

want me to do that, don’t you? Please let me make you feel good…tell me…

onedeadpoet:

I love surprising you with soft, teasing edges whenever I feel like it. Lucky for you, I feel like it a lot. In your office, behind the theatre, at the restaurant, in your car…at a moment’s notice I could slip my hand inside and feel your juices release, making my circles of your needy clit even better. Having the power to weaken your knees with lust and see the cock-craving look in your eye is my new addiction. I look forward to your lips wrapped around my leaking cock, trying to make me pay for wetting your cute panties. But for now it’s my turn to play. Be sure to count out the edges, now.