He knows that once he presses his tongue to the seam of my lips that my resistance will crumble away as my head spins and all thoughts are stopped in their tracks.
My hands will do his bidding. His will moves them now. They will fall down the arch of his back, down further to his thighs.
Darkness will come from waves of my climax poursout from his lips and become my ectasy. My eyes will fight to stay open…
While my legs will fight to stay closed.