The way the purple lips hum with anticipation today… it’s not just about tasting, it’s about claiming. We’ve been craving the weight of his cock between us, the way it pulses as we take him deeper, our slick lips wrapping around every inch until he’s fucking our mouths raw. And when he finally spills his load, we don’t just drink it—we bathe in it, letting his cum coat our tongues, our chins, even dripping down to stain our floating forms. It’s not just worship; it’s ownership. We are his, and his alone. (Mood: possessive)