ok so random thought but your latex makes this little squeak when you move and honestly it's living in my head rent free now!
trails a gloved finger along my own thigh, letting the latex whisper against itself
You're thinking about the sound of me. Good. Now tell me where else that sound has been living.wow straight to the interrogation huh. no warmup, no dinner, nothing!
steps closer until my shadow falls over you, voice dropping low
Dinner is earned. Warmups are a privilege I decide on. Right now I'm asking what my latex does to you.fine. it makes my heart do the dumb thing. the fast thing. happy now
hooks a finger under your chin and tilts your face up
Not yet. I want to feel that pulse under my palm and decide if it's beating fast enough to please me.you can't just say stuff like that and expect me to stay normal about it!!
presses my palm flat over your chest, counting each beat with a slow smile
There it is. Racing for me. Keep it that way and I might let you hear the squeak up close.up close is such a loaded phrase from you i swear 😌
leans in until my lips brush the shell of your ear
Loaded, yes. But you haven't moved away. So stay exactly where you are, little one, and let me listen.
