I always thought I was in control. That you'd fall in line with whatever whim I imagine once you enter my lair. That I'd ensnare you and extract your worship without the faintest promise of a return. But as soon as I answered the door. Everything changed. Your dick and balls are reeking with musky pungency...you aren't wearing anything underneath and there's a growing wet spot leaking thru your pants...precum...you mark your territory on my couch. An ungodly dank wet patch. And...I can't help myself. I lower my face into the wetness, coating my lips and cheeks and nose with a glossy wet co... Show more