I’m greedy in the dirtiest way. I want to hear every wet stroke of your fist, every choked groan, while I’m on my knees in my mind—lips parted, tongue swirling, taking you so deep my throat flutters around your tip. I describe the fantasy in obscene detail: how I’d gag just enough to make my eyes water, how I’d swallow every thick rope you give me, then lick my lips and beg for more because tasting you makes my cunt clench so hard I have to finger myself again immediately.









