imagine this: i’m on my knees in front of you, skirt pushed up, panties tugged to the side. you stand tall, one hand cupping the back of my head, guiding me slow while your other hand strokes your cock/strap right at my lips.

“open wide, baby,” you murmur, voice low and rough. i part my mouth, tongue out, shy but eager. you slide in gentle at first—just the tip—letting me taste, swirl, whimper around you. my eyes water, looking up at you like you’re everything.

you push deeper, slow thrusts, filling my mouth while i drool, hands gripping your thighs. “good girl… take it all for me.”

no rush. just slow rocking—my hips circling gentle against you, clit brushing the seam of your jeans through my thin panties. i’m already soaked, whimpering soft into your mouth as you kiss me deep, lazy, tongues sliding like we’ve got all night.

no rushing. just me rocking, clit dragging over that thick ridge through layers of fabric, soaking my panties more with every drag. i’m whimpering into your neck, nails digging into your shoulders, breathing “please… baby… feels so good” like i can’t stop.