I know exactly how your body betrays you for shiny, plump lips. Every slow swipe of wet gloss is calculated to make you throb, every lick and bite is aimed at unraveling your control. I whisper things that make your spine prickle, then pull away and let you ache, desperate for another brush.
You’ll watch me tease and torment, edging you with nothing but the sight and sound of my mouth. Try to resist, if you can, but don’t be surprised when you fail and come crawling back for more lip worship.