“What if I tie your wrists together while you sit right on my chin? How’s that sound?” Her eyes flutter shut. She’s tense next to me, lost in a daydream as she trusts me to guide her through the crowd. “Promise me we’ll do that,” she replies. Then, I take a daring leap. “I promise that if you’re good for me while sitting on my face, I’ll hold your hair back and fuck that sweet mouth of yours however you want.”
