With every word absorbed, your arousal intensifies. Imagining the taste, your anticipation skyrockets. Soon, that essence will coat your tongue, fulfilling your deepest desires.
This practice has become more than a habit; it’s your identity, your raison d’être. Consuming your essence has transformed your existence.
Each swallow reaffirms your place, the humiliation a reminder of your humility. The rush is unparalleled, transcending mere pleasure.
Orgasms pale in comparison to the ecstasy of that moment, legs splayed, tongue out, embracing your truth.
