i want to kneel, to look up at your eyes, to ask you to let me please you with my mouth, with my throat. i want to kiss, to lick, to suck and gag, to choke when it reaches my throat, to let you finish in my mouth and then lick it clean.
and then, after you're done, i want to cuddle with you, hug you with so much love, feel your warmth and care.
"thank you, sir."
maybe you're reading a book, just scrolling on your phone, when i kneel again between your legs, with that same look. you want me to use my words?
"may i suck, please?"
my voice is quiet, a whisper.
you let me, and move my head up and down, perhaps you move your hips. i gag, i choke, i don't want to let go even after you finish in my mouth, not wanting to let go. why would i want? i love sucking, i love sitting on my knees, i love being inferior to you.
"thank you, sir."
in the office under your table, when you talk to your friends on phone, when you facetime your parents, or game in your room.
i am under, kneeling, sucking, eager to please you, eager to make you happy with my mouth. you can let me suck you, you can buck your hips, you can push my head as you wish.
"thank you, sir."
we watch the tv, cuddling, my head on your thighs as you play with my hair, but i give you that look again, that eager, pleading look. you let me take your pants off, or you guide me with your fingers. we watch the tv together, but now my mouth is stuffed, my breaths quicken, as you mindlessly pet my hair, maybe from time to time pushing my head or keeping me in place.
"thank you, sir."
thank you for reading!! it's my first post, and i hope i did a good job!
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