Wicked I'm very wicked. I don't know how to be anything else. Well, maybe a ballerina, but you'd have to know me to know if that were true. I'm a music person, I live for music. So, anything is possible.
I am that girl, dark sunglasses in heart shape of course. Headphones on, you can block out my world. I am still and focused on the sensation you provide. Laying prone in your bed I wait. My heart pounding faster.
Your hands roll me over on my side, and pull me up to my knees. I feel the rope coiling around my knees, pulling tighter. You know how to make me nervous, make me sweat, and ache. It's a dark smokey feeling, one you can never share except with certain people.
The one who breathes our smoke right now.
You breathe me in deeply, I can feel it here and now. Pulsating music like you taking me to places only we can go. Your words bring me to places in my own darkness I never thought possible. I'm happiest when I'm centered, and I'm centered here. You keep me going pushing harder, your fingers open my lips. I feel your cock caress my lips and I suck loosely at first. Guided by my instinct its harder but, I get my bearings, gagging softly,coughing up spit covering my chin.
"Good little girl." You whisper to me. Making me blush.
You start to tilt my head back.