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She pulls you in closer. You can smell the musky faint scent of her pussy juices. It makes your own pussy throb with need but you don’t dare touch yourself without permission either.

At this moment, you’re her toy.

You’re for her pleasure only.

And you never disappoint.

Your mouth opens before she commands it—she’s satisfied. Her grip on your hair loosens slightly to reward you. Your tongue finds her clit first.

Of course. How could you not?

Her clit is engorged. Swollen with need. You’re pleasuring it like your life depends on it. The delicate way you’re licking it—you might as well be worshipping it.

Your lips part to allow her throbbing clit inside. It twitches inside your mouth as her hand guides you to press your face firmly against her body, like you’re trying to become one with her.

Your love for her runs deep. So deep you’d crawl inside her and stay inside her if you could.

You lick and suck her clit like it’s your sworn duty. Abby moans and grinds herself against you, your chin dripping with her juices.

You’re messy. You don’t care.

You want more. You need more. Your fingernails dig into the flesh of her thighs as you part them and lick over her cunt. Her hole flutters around nothing.

She needs you, too.

Your tongue plunges inside. Her sweet taste fills your mouth—addictive in its own way. You feel the way she’s shaky when your tongue is inside her, her pussy is tight and a little chubby. Her bush is light but messy and slicked with arousal.

At this moment, you’re just a toy to her.

You know she’s going to use you however she pleases, cum on you and mess up your pretty face with her juices and then kiss you when she’s running you a warm bath and ordering you both food.

She knows how to treat you like a fuck toy and then like the most precious princess ever.

“That’s my good girl, you’re so good at this, aren’t you? Like you’re made for my pleasure. Born for my pleasure.”

That’s what makes your clit pulse with need.

You gasp when she suddenly smushes your face between her pussy lips, using your face to grind herself and get friction to her throbbing heat.

“Fuck, fuck!” She cusses, voice cracking, “get that damn mouth to use already!”

You swallow thickly, you have to make her proud.

Your grip on her thigh increases, nails now leaving crescent-shaped marks on her muscular flesh as you ready yourself—tongue greedily dragging over her folds and fucking into her.

Abby moans—it’s high-pitched this time.

You know what that means: you’ve caught her off-guard and there’s nothing that turns you on more than to see this side of Abby. The trembling, whiny side—she’s a mess whether she likes to admit that or not. Sure, she loves controlling you and face fucking you with her gorgeous big clit.

But the tables are turned now.