Cock Sucking Slut Calixta Loving Every Inch Down Her Throat

There’s something intoxicating about knowing that when I tease him just right, he’s already imagining me… a cock sucking slut who knows exactly how to command attention and pleasure without even moving. I can hear the hesitation in his voice even before he speaks, the little stammer that betrays how wrapped up he is in me.

“You really shouldn’t be sneaking off like this,” I whisper, leaning back, letting my tone curl around him like smoke.

“I… I can’t help it,” he yells, and I hear the thrill in the crack of his voice, the way he’s trying to hide how much he’s craving me. That’s the part I live for… the chase, the secret, the knowing I’ve got him tangled in my energy before he even realizes it.

I slow my words, letting them drip with suggestion, letting his imagination fill in everything I won’t say. Every pause, every playful laugh, every drawl of a word is a thread I pull, keeping him hooked and on edge. I love that I can take him apart with just my voice, leaving him caught somewhere between wanting and needing, eager for more.

“Don’t think you’re getting away,” I tease, letting my laugh linger just long enough for him to squirm in anticipation. Pulling and tugging and the tip of his cock enjoying the sounds of his aggressive loud moans. He knows I hold all the power, but he keeps coming back, craving the attention I give only to him.

Even when I’m quiet, I can feel his mind racing, replaying every syllable, imagining the teasing I layer into each sentence. “Faster” He demands loudly. I love watching him chase me in his thoughts, trying to anticipate what I’ll say next, knowing he can’t resist my playful control.

The tension builds naturally, effortlessly. He’s mine in these moments, completely consumed by the tease, by the thrill of my voice, by the energy I radiate. I can toy with him, make him hang on every word, and I do it because I enjoy the control, the play, the way he melts into it without ever knowing how much I enjoy it too.

By the time our session ends, he’s replaying my voice in his head, craving the next tease, the next whisper, the next playful command. I love playing with his sticky cum when he finally decides to splash all over my face. And I grin, knowing I’ve left him exactly where I want… caught, eager, and completely addicted to me.

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