I know you like it when I call it mine, but that’s not why I do it. It is mine.

I know you fight the urge to thrust wildly when I swallow you. I know that when you touch my hair, you’re trying to keep yourself from grabbing it, and impaling my face upon you. I’m not here to make it any easier to resist.

I know it drives you wild when I look you in the eye while I do it. Why else would I do it? It’s for the way your leg shakes, the way your cock twitches when I peek, and the way you hold my gaze while I flick it with my tongue. These things make me tingle.

I know that the sight of me swallowing your cock is almost enough to make you come by itself, and that it’s only through supreme effort that you don’t. Usually.

I know that if you do, you’ll be ready to go again almost as soon as I lick you clean. And that you’ll fuck me. Hard. And that all the while, you’ll tell me how I’m your dirty little whore, that I belong to you.

Looks like you know too.