"Focus on it, puppy!"
I should remember to kill whoever dared to call later. Yeah, later.
Now, it's just so— good.
Luther wrapped his tongue all around me, trying to accommodate me completely even at the price of his mouth corners tearing up.
I should stop him.
After all, his 'I lost my memory' act could ever go for so long— yet, how can I turn away such scenery?
My wife's eyes filled with tears as his gaze pinned me under completely. His purple iris twitched stubbornly as more and more of me slammed in the back of his throat. Tears fell down— round and dramatic, wetting his long eyelashes.
I dragged my finger on one of them, gathering all the drops. I licked them off. Salty. With the same effects as an aphrodisiac.
Not that one was necessary in this situation.
"Mhm", I let my grunts out loudly.
It was just something that made my puppy work harder as he wrapped himself into the impression that I am all under his control.
Maybe I was.
