We both know the truth now, so don t you dare hide it from me. Your eyes should be locked on your Goddess, worshipping every curve, but your gaze keeps drifting, doesn t it? It’s wandering down, past my perfect tits, past my commanding hips, to the one thing you can t stop thinking about: a big, beautiful, throbbing dick. I am going to wrap my voice around your mind and make you stroke that pathetic, aching cock for me, but we’re not stroking for pussy today. Oh no. I’m going to make you stroke for cock. I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you moan it. Every single pump of your fist is a confession. louder and louder with every stroke: I want dick. Can you feel how hard you get just admitting it? You’re such a greedy little slut for dick, and it’s the most honest you’ve ever been. I’m going to describe them to you in vivid, aching detail. The weight of a heavy, veiny shaft on your tongue. The smooth, swollen head that leaks a pearl of pre-cum just for you. The way a thick cock
