Kissing you is delightful. You’re such a gorgeous man… strong, seemingly dominant. But you crave giving into a woman like me. It took a while for my lips and tongue to tame you… you writhed and groaned so loudly. Frustrating, isn’t it? To be restrained… that cock desperate for more sensation. But instead I am gentle with you. Steady. Kiss after soft kiss. For hours. I simply can’t get enough of your desperation — your face of pleasurable agony.
Your cock is so gorgeous… smooth, throbbing, so eager for my body. I want to swallow it up but I know it’s exactly what you want so I deny you for a long time. Instead I kneel before you. I admire your naked, shivering body tied to the chair — it’s cold in here, isn’t it? I’ll warm you up eventually. But first I want to torment you.
I gently hold your cock and kiss the tip. As I slide down the shaft with my lips, I breathe heavily so you can feel the warm air and so I can be filled with your scent. It’s pulsating so much, tensing like wild. I understand. I’ve been doing so much to you. Gently rubbing it, blowing on it, running my nails across it. And now I’m kissing you there. I use my tongue just a bit. Down to where it meets your balls and back up again.