🜼 ⋆ freak!choso has a habit of talking to you pussy like she’s her own person — likes & reblogs are appreciated!
choso’s got you laid out on the bed, thighs pushed apart by his broad shoulders, face buried between your legs like he’s worshipping. he’s so careful with your clit it almost hurts how gentle he is compared to the rest of him.
his tongue flicks out first, just the softest little kitten lick right over the swollen bud, and you twitch hard. he hums low against you, warm breath fanning over slick skin.
“so tiny,” he murmurs, voice all soft and reverent, lips brushing your clit as he talks. “look at it… my poor little thing. so small and sensitive.”
he presses the flat of his tongue right there, slow and broad, letting it rest for a second so you feel every bit of the wet heat before he starts rubbing tight, tiny circles. no rush or pressure. just perfect little loops that make your hips roll up without meaning to.
you whimper and he shushes you gently, one big hand sliding up your stomach to pet you soothingly while the other keeps your thigh spread wide.
“easy baby… let me take care of her.” another soft lick, then back to those maddening circles, so light it’s like he’s barely touching but you feel it everywhere. your clit throbs under his tongue, getting puffier, and he groans quietly like he’s the one getting spoiled.
“getting so hard for me… tiny clit swelling up so pretty.” he kisses it once, sweet and open-mouthed, then goes right back to rubbing, tighter now, faster by just a fraction. your legs start shaking and he doesn’t stop, doesn’t speed up too much, just keeps that steady gentle rhythm that builds and builds until you’re arching, gasping, fingers twisted in his hair.
“there you go… cum on my tongue, baby. let that little cunt pulse for me.”
you do. hard. thighs clamping around his head, whole body jerking as waves roll through you, and he just stays right there, licking soft and slow through every aftershock, kissing your oversensitive bud until you’re whining and tugging him up by the hair.
he finally pulls back, lips shiny, eyes dark and soft, thumb brushing one last feather-light circle over your twitching clit before he crawls up to kiss you deep.
“such a perfect tiny thing,” he whispers against your mouth. “all mine to take care of.”
