Stroke & Sink: Face Worship

Description: No lingerie, no make up, just raw, unfiltered power. my lips glisten with a hint of balm, my lashes flutter, my porcelain skin makes you ache. i pull you under with every lick of my lips, every blink, every snap of my fingers. the mantra takes hold: you sink, you stroke… you sink, you stroke. thoughts drip out of your soft, emptying mind as your hand moves harder, faster, deeper into obedience