Heady images flood my mind, pressing for prompt release.

You looked amazing, lost in that blissful haze only pleasure can bring. Your wantonness in full display; you never hide your relish, why should I?

Spurring you to own it, I share what you’ve done to me, certain of what it’ll trigger.

Inevitably, you call me out, claiming you need my tongue right the fuck now on your clit, eager for me to give you the release you crave.

“Show me how much you want it!”

Engorged, glistening folds appear on my screen.

“Good girl. Go have lunch; your husband’s waiting.”