If your eyes could talk, they’d tell of their hunger. Big and dishy, eyeing me up, wishing to devour me and my dick whole.

You’re so obvious, the way your gaze drifts to my cock. Your throat craves me, your mouth waters at the thought.

At night, your dreams are filled with thoughts of being commanded into position. Bent over, legs spread and showing your eager little hole... so vulnerable for me.
Consumed in your waking hours, too. Bored at your desk, tapping your pen rhythmically.. imagining the thrusts as I pull you onto my strap. Just the idea of being stretched out... Show more