( it's a good thing to watch — matt is a showman, an actor, and painful bliss cresting his face falls down his expression like the ending of a play, curtains closed. the illusion of privacy, or singularity. this, this is for her. parisa's tongue laves out the crumb coated length of his thigh, the hole she made there, little pieces of matt swallowed down like the sweet treat he is. it's indulgent, excessively so. parisa doesn't get on her knees for just anyone, but honey and rapture taste equally as saccharine, forcing a moan out of her mouth while she tongues him, eyelashes fluttering.
his cock is an after thought, really. her mouth just drifts there naturally, pulled on the tide of his own wanting thoughts, wrapped up in his arousal, in her own. the waistband of his underwear gets teased, coyly pulled down. wrapping a hand around his length, parisa places tonguey, mouthy kisses against the base of his cock, eyes flicking up to meet his gaze. )
Are you going to behave?
( who knows what that could entail? what she knows: matt is a man who wants to be had, in a hundred different ways all more indulgent and obsessive than the last. what she knows: whatever she tells matt to do, he will do with relish, and she won't even have to manipulate him. a treasure of a man — a blank canvas, waiting for parisa's brand of ruination. she opens her mouth, drags her teeth against his cock. teasing. threatening. )
no subject
his cock is an after thought, really. her mouth just drifts there naturally, pulled on the tide of his own wanting thoughts, wrapped up in his arousal, in her own. the waistband of his underwear gets teased, coyly pulled down. wrapping a hand around his length, parisa places tonguey, mouthy kisses against the base of his cock, eyes flicking up to meet his gaze. )
Are you going to behave?
( who knows what that could entail? what she knows: matt is a man who wants to be had, in a hundred different ways all more indulgent and obsessive than the last. what she knows: whatever she tells matt to do, he will do with relish, and she won't even have to manipulate him. a treasure of a man — a blank canvas, waiting for parisa's brand of ruination. she opens her mouth, drags her teeth against his cock. teasing. threatening. )