laments-and-burlesque:

I wasn’t awake, but she was.

Her inclination was to always be pleasing me, but she had once confessed
that filling her throat with my cock wasn’t always about my pleasure, but often
her own “focus on the task” way of cleansing her mind.

Today was an important day for her. She needed to be on her game.

I opened my eyes…

Happy cleansing, sweetie.