Part 9: You want it so bad? pouty lips—lined with that rich brown pencil and coated in a thick, shiny gloss that makes them look so fucking wet and fuckable. Staring into your eyes, I stretch my mouth wide open and slide out my long, dripping tongue. Thick drool pours off it as I spit repeatedly, letting messy strings cascade down my chin. I know you’re helplessly throbbing, unable to look away from my filthy mouth… and you never will
