Woke up this morning with a specific craving. Not for coffee. Not for food. Just for the taste of my fiancé's cock. There's something so primal about having him wake up to my mouth on him, that groggy confusion turning into pure, desperate pleasure. The way his hands fist in my hair, not to guide me, but to just hold on for the ride. I love making him lose control like that, reducing the man who dominates me completely to a shaking, moaning mess with just my tongue and throat. It's my favorite kind of power. Makes me so wet I could soak through these sheets. Might just have to wake him up the same way tomorrow. 😏