Concept, I Think My Lower Lip Is Bleeding. My Teeth Have Been Biting Into It For So Long Now, And Though I Try To Be Careful Of My Fangs There Is No Helping It When He Touches Me. It's A Smooth Slide First Suggestively Over Clothes And Then More Purposeful Over Exposed Skin. Every Inch He Touches Lights Up With Burning Sensitivity But He's Told Me Not To Move And I'm Good. I'm A Good Boy. Before I Know It My Maw Opens And I Beg Please, Pretty And Raspy Because My Throat Is So Dry From The Effort Of Keeping Silent. He's Told Me Not To Speak, Though. Hands Retract And The Whine That Rips Out Of My Throat Is Nothing Short Of Agonized. He Doesn't Touch Me Again Until I've Settled Quietly. My Own Traitorous Teeth Settle Into The Imprints They'd Already Left In My Certainly Bruised Lower Lip Again. I'm A Good Boy. I Don't Moan For Him Until He Tells Me To, Right Into His Devouring Mouth. #nsfw #nsfc #explicit?
My Soup Is Here. :▷
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