You are wearing pitch black lipstick showing your lips off and saying how perfect they are. You tease me with them smiling, knowing I don’t stand a chance at resisting the urge to stroke to them. You kiss me once then instruct me to stroke for you. After more stroking you begin to kiss me more and more saying your kisses will make me weaker and more obedient to you. You tell me I am only allowed to stroke to you and nobody else. You tell me to worship your big, perfect lips. In the end, you tell me to stroke faster and give me a last long kiss to make me explode for you.