Told you I would make you come until you forgot how to speak. *slurps your juices* I am a man of my word, ma minette. And you're still talking. *rolls and twists fingers inside your cunt.* Cette raie au parfum bandatif, rose obscur, lente, grasse, et le puits d’amour... *licks up your pussy and focuses on your clit again* -J
(“I am a man of my word, my kitten … This stripe with the alluring scent, with a rosy hint, slow, swollen, and the well of love.” [Also, how full circle of you, using the exact line that got me into this “mess” in the first place!!] I’m not losing my shit! No way- who am I kidding, you’ve got my sanity by the pussy-)