>last night i imagined you in me
your tongue, to be more precise

i got nervous when you spread my legs
got a flashback of you saying “i dont like to do it”
i grabbed your face with my hands
pulled you upwards for our eyes to meet
i could hardly breathe but i needed you to know
“stop.. its okey..”

but you always have to have it your way,
dont you?

with every stroke of your tongue i felt it harder
as my heart beat faster heat waves were hitting me
my head felt like it was going to explode
i could feel my pulse in my ears and neck
gripping the edge of the bed sheet never helps

and when you pulled my clit gently with your lips
…