I tease you slowly, fingers brushing my own lips, then tracing down to my tits — a little drool slips free, glistening as it rolls down my chin and lands on my chest. I don’t wipe it. I want you to see. I want you obsessed.
Because I know how much you love my tongue.
And I’m going to make you cum just to taste you.
I guide you with my voice, my eyes, my slow, wet tongue flicking out again and again — like a promise. You’re so close… and I don’t let you finish until I say so.
Then — finally — I look deep into your eyes and whisper:
“Cum for me… right on my tongue.”
You obey.
And I keep my mouth open, tongue out, taking every drop like a good Goddess should.
