Stand before me.
Dress, obviously, as I request.
Chat with me: how do you feel, knowing how I’m about to use you?
Are you hungry for my cock?
Can you wait?
When I instruct you, but not a moment before, you will kneel for me. Kneel before me.
Perhaps, first, I’ll trace a finger along your lips. Or slide it between them, feeling your tongue.
I might kiss you.
Or pull you against me.
Or slide a finger, or two, or three, deep inside you.
But probably not.
I’d like you to stay dressed.
And while I could get to your pussy without undressing you, I suspect I won’t.
So I will invite you to kneel in front of me.
I will ask you to caress my cock through my jeans.
Is it hard?
(Yes, it is.)
Do you want it?
(Yes, you do.)
Are you sure?
Are you SURE?
I will ask if you’d like to take my cock out of my jeans.
You will nod. Perhaps just a bit breathlessly.
I will invite you to unbutton my jeans.
My cock will be aching to emerge.
It will pop out, and I will heave a sigh of relief as you devour me.