#packer play

i'll pant a little bit, hips wriggling excitedly as i mouth over the shape of the packer beneath layers of fabric. letting my breath gently warm the barriers between our flesh, my mouth glides before catching deliciously over curves.

hand still in my hair, you pull me back just enough to slide down your pants. then, slowly and torturously the band of your underwear is finally down your thighs.

i'll look up at you with big eyes, begging.

'go ahead, pup'

i take my time, treasuring and massaging across the soft silicone with tongue and lips. i can't get it hard, but that doesn't matter, just the way i'll sloppily and obediently revere it. having it in my mouth has me dripping, needy and squirming downwards.

'good boy. my good boy. that's enough. come up here,' ruffling my hair and smiling down at me, before patting your thigh for me to sit.

i whine a little bit, but straddle your leg obediently.

'awww, you're so messy down here. always needy and slick. what a good boy. you can hump and grind down, but you're not allowed to cum,'