We've been seeing each other for awhile now, and you've spent what feels like endless night imagining what it's going to be like the moment we hook up. The sensation of my mouth wrapped around your cock, the warmth and anticipation of slipping inside me for the first time. What you will realize however, is it's simply.. not meant to be. At least not in the way you've painted, or imagined. I have no desire to rest with you, and the closest you're ever going to get to being in my mouth is the spit I drip onto your cock or the hot air I blow in your swollen head's direction. As I tease you, to...

We've been seeing each other for awhile now, and you've spent what feels like endless night imagining what it's going to be like the moment we hook up. The sensation of my mouth wrapped around your cock, the warmth and anticipation of slipping inside me for the first time. What you will realize however, is it's simply.. not meant to be. At least not in the way you've painted, or imagined. I have no desire to rest with you, and the closest you're ever going to get to being in my mouth is the spit I drip onto your cock or the hot air I blow in your swollen head's direction. As I tease you, tormenting you with my circling thumb and twisting grip only to completely ruin any hopes for an orgasm that you had built up within yourself. This? This is how I "fuck". Your mind.