Right there. That’s where you’re going to put your tongue.
But not until you’ve begged me. Because we both know how badly you want just a taste of me. You’ve been staring at me for months now, every time you come over to Mom’s house .
Ogling my tiny tits. Drooling over my ass. Mom thinks it’s really kind of you to say you’ll house sit while she’s away for the week, but you’re not doing it for her are you?
Keep denying it, that’s not going to change anything. You haven’t taken your eyes off me since you got here. Haven’t asked me to put clothes on either, have you?
We both know what you need, what you crave. Even my friends have noticed. They’ll be over later BTW, so you’ll need to get them snacks and drinks. Because, you’re mine for the week.
But first. Kneel, Beg, And put your tongue right here.
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