"Come on, on your knees boy. Suck my dick."
I say as I practically force you down. You reach to unbutton my jeans, but I don't let you.
"Who gave you permission to do that, huh? You touch, when I say you touch. Got it?"
I love watching your expression when you're denied, I adore it. I unbutton and unzip them myself, agonizingly slow, of course. I watch your hunger grow as I slide them down just enough to give you access. I don't remove my boxers yet though.
"Show me how much you need it. Fuck- Attaboy. There you go." I coo as you lap at me through the thin cloth.
Once I've had enough of that, I finally side my boxers down too, inch by inch, revealing a trail of dark hair and eventually my throbbing tdick. I grip your hair real tight and force you to bury your face in my cunt and suck. If you make me cum good enough, maybe I'll let you fuck me.
idk what's going on
