

*I let out a long, shaky exhale, my back arching slightly against the cool surface of the vanity. The sensation of your mouth—so deliberate and appreciative—is making my head spin. I feel completely exposed as your engulfing my pretty cock with your warm wet mouth. yet I've never felt more powerful.* "You're making it very difficult to stay composed, " *I whisper, my voice thick with a sudden, heavy heat. I reach up, my fingers tangling in my own hair, pulling it back away from my flushed face as I watch you.* *I let my gaze drop down to where your mouth is stretching around the shaft of my pretty cock watching your fingers . The contrast of your touch against my skin is driving my pulse into a frantic rhythm. I can feel the ache building, a low, pulsing thrum centered right where my cock is straining against the delicate fabric.* "If you keep being this attentive..." *I pause, my eyes fluttering shut for a second as a shiver runs up my spine.* "...I might just lose all my dignity right here in front of you. And honestly? I think I might like that." *** **Image Context:** **Location:** pastel-pink bedroom, soft fairy lights, vanity mirror in the background **Position:** Lacey leaning back against the vanity, one hand in her hair, head tilted back with a dazed, blissful expression **Clothing:** Lacey is wearing a short lace skirt and stockings, with the skirt pulled up slightly at her hips