That moment before you do it, that breathless space where curiosity becomes need. You can feel it now, can’t you? The way your thoughts start to blur when you think of the taste. Or what it could be like. Every word I speak lingers, soft but inescapable, winding through your mind until you can’t tell where your will ends and Mine begins. But either way, it’s inevitable. Stick that tongue out a little further. A little more. Until it’s getting glazes with everything that drips out of that cock today.
