PeonForHer
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I’m Your little performer, yes. Yes, I am. I feel smaller and smaller, as though all I am is a mouth. A mouth-toy. For You to play with. Every fibre of me, made to please You. I stare at Your face. I can’t take my eyes off it. There’s only You . . . But, then, he reminds me of his own, mounting urges, too. I feel him shifting his weight. ‘Hah’, he says. ‘And you say you’ve never done this before?’ He pushes my head away. I don’t know what he wants next. I don’t know what You want me to do next. His cock is now just in front my face, and he’s stroking it. ‘Just look at his cock’, You say. ‘You did that, and you did it for me. Aren’t you proud? You broke through your barrier, for me.’ And I look up at You, and see pride on Your face, and I glow inside. ‘Stroke him with it’, You say to him. You push my head forward, and he begins to move the end of his cock across my face. He rubs the side of his glans against my cheeks, and I lick tentatively at his balls. I take one in my mouth, and look at You for Your approval. I see it in Your smile. I hear him sigh with pleasure. He pulls back a little and my mouth leaves his balls. Then, he strokes my eyes with his glans, and I feel his pre-cum moistening them.
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