Thinking about Caleb who begs you to sit on his face when he’s in the mood but you’re not. He’s giving you puppy dog eyes so you sigh and oblige him. It’s really just for him anyway, so you’ll sit on him and play on your phone while he goes about his business. He can do whatever he wants down there, it’s none of your concern. You just want to relax and scroll-
Caleb knows you said you weren’t in the mood and he was just happy you let him taste you at all. It would’ve been enough. It should’ve been enough. But then he glimpsed the look of indifference on your face as he dragged his tongue in slow stripes up and down your entrance, your eyes locked on your screen, and he couldn’t help but make you want to drop your phone. To look only at him.
He locks his lips around your clit, sucking the bud like he’s trying to swallow it whole.
He hears a sharp intake of breath and he knows he’s on the right path, but you still haven’t looked away from your phone.
His hands come up to pin your thighs in place, his nose burying itself against your clit as he jams his tongue as deep into your cunt as it can go, flicking and swirling, consuming and careening. He won’t stop until you’re shuddering on his tongue, your every drop of arousal spilling itself down his throat.
And then you drop your phone.
A jolt against his tongue. Your hips beginning to move.
He smirks against your pussy, lips smeared with slick.
