Getting That Click

tayfair:

“Okay, I think I’m ready. Remember, you promised to use it exactly how I request.” I watch you nod in affirmation. “Alright. I want you to-

**click**

“Make all of the decisions,” I smiled, proud of my request. “Go on then,” I gestured, waiting, hands on my narrow hips, making their way to my–

**click**

Enormous, wobbling behind. You were an easy catch as an ass man, but I noticed you’d get hung up on it sometimes. “Hellooo? Are you going to use that thing or not?” I struck an expectant pose, hands on my wide, fertile hips.

**click**

“No, not that thing… that thing,” I pointed down at your crotch, watching you harden in your jeans. “You are so dense sometimes, I swear,” I bit my soft, plush lip, eyes not leaving your stiffening rod. “I’m sorry, what did you call me? Tits for brains?” I laughed softly. You knew I had a small chest. “What, are you–”

**click**

“like, trying to call my tits small or sumthin?” I licked my plump lips, hands roaming around the confines of my expansive cleavage. “Uhm… I’unno. I’ll like, promise not to smother you with ‘em if I can suck yer dick?”