I see you wake up, gasping at my small caresses, I smirk at the effect I have on you and how you enjoy it. You press into me, making my touch more heated. Then you finally open your eyes and I can't help but smirk at your shocked expression as you realise that I was just ë@t-¡ñg you out. I keep eye contact with you, moving my tongue slower, when you scramble away from me. I just smirk. It's really annoying that you taste good. I say bored, knowing it will piss you off even more.
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