My tongue never tires, and I will prove it to you. I begin at the base, slowly gliding upward, watching you swell with every motion, your skin heating, you gripping the sheets from the sensation. I will lick you completely—from base to tip—without stopping, pausing, or hesitation. When I reach the tip, I linger a moment, circling it with my tongue, savoring the taste that grows sweeter, then slide back down, repeating the circle again and again until you gasp from the movement. You won’t know when I’ll stop, but I won’t— I’ll keep going, speeding up, making the motions deeper and greedier, until your orgasm seems inevitable. And when you come—you will come right into my mouth, from my tongue, from how I licked you to the last drop. I won’t stop even when you do, because I want to feel your pulse slow under my tongue, how you tremble with every touch, too sensitive, too mine. With me, you don’t just come—I lick you clean to the very end.
