thinking about tying a pup’s wrists to the headboard, having him sit on my face. sucking his tdick and each hole i can reach; languid and indulgent. eventually he’d reach the point that his arms are tired, whether it be from being aloft for so long or being tugged at. his thighs aching, if he was trying to hold himself up rather than putting his full weight down on me.
aw, you’re sensitive now? that’s too bad. i told you to sit down, didn’t i? not to give yourself work. you’ll have to relax if you don’t want it to hurt, let yourself down and press your tdick all the way into my mouth. no, no. no squirming away now, dear. i’m not done yet.
all overstimulated and shaking, i’d keep going until i was content with him. until his slick had run down my chin into the hollow of my throat, down my chest between my collarbones.
when puppy is finally untied, he has to clean up every drop with his tongue. i made you feel good, didn’t i? don’t leave me a mess.