
There are some sensations in the world you will never be able to get used to. Things like nails on a chalkboard, a rock in your shoe… some feelings are just not meant to be ignored. You can’t compartmentalize them and push them to the side. They overpower your brain, remaining front and center.
This is one of those… the feeling of my tongue softly flicking back and forth over your edged, tortured clit. Back and forth, back and forth… a steady rhythm that won’t let you cum, but keeps you ever so close to the edge. You can’t get used to it, you can’t ignore it…
…all you can do is suffer.
please tie me down so i cant move even an inch away, put a gag in so you dont have to listen to my pathetic begging to cum, spread my lips, expose my cute little clit and do this to me for hours, edging me relentlessly and just laugh at how my poor clit pulses under your tongue…