In this whispered ASMR fantasy, I drift into the dream I ve been chasing—eyes fluttering shut as my lips brush your pulsing length in imagined surrender, every slow, teasing swirl of my tongue pulling me deeper into the haze. Soft, wet clicks and murmurs fill the air as I trace from base to tip, savoring the forbidden thrill in my mind s eye, my voice a velvet hum: This is what I crave when no one s watching. HD close-ups tease the details—glistening trails, subtle throbs, and my eager gaze locked on you—until the fantasy crests in a shuddering release, leaving me yearning for the real thing.
