kiss me on the forehead

he sent a photo of himself in bed, tucked into white hotel sheets, looking all too holdable. An empty spot, tucked into his armpit.

"The shower has a bench in it," he texted. He sent a photo. It was marble. Sturdy.

"I need to eat your perfect little pussy until my face is covered in wetness and your legs are shaking - " he texted. My eyes widened. I blushed.

you tuck my hair behind my ears. "Stick your tongue out for him and show him what a good slut you are." Your hand strokes my face. I shudder as I obey. I look up at _____, who is watching me like a man about to eat his dinner.

I dream about this, about clutching you and falling into your arms after I cum. I scream into your shoulder as you stroke my hair.

this is a very good spot. You know it so well. I toss my head back and moan when you reach it.

i miss your cock when you're gone. I miss the feeling of its head on my tongue, the soft tip hitting the back of my throat, the feeling of it filling my mouth. The way your hands move through my hair as I lay in your lap, licking your cock like a plaything.

"harder," i moan, eyes closed, eyebrows knitted slightly. My mouth opens wider as you push in deeper. My head feels back.