Dusk in our quiet hotel room. I kneel quietly in the corner, hands on knees, wearing only my buttery soft leather collar and soft silk blindfold and listen to you move around the room. Half of my mind instinctively tries to guess what you are doing. The other half leans into the scenario and let’s me just exist in the moment; letting what happens happen.
Moments slip by and you approach me tipping my chin up with your thumb.
“Open fucktoy” you say softly
Without hesitation I open my lips
“Wider” you tease
I push myself to open my mouth jaw as wide as possible
“Tongue” you instruct
I slide my tongue out as far as possible and immediately feel the saliva start to pool. Nothing happens. You know that I expected to be sucking your cock by now. How much I want to would be evident if you felt the heat and wetness between my puffy pink pussy lips. But you don’t need to check, you know. You always know.
My drool breaches the edges of my gaping mouth and slides down my chin and neck. Neither of us move.