Pussy Worship-Addicted To Gracie
Gracie
Pussy Worship
She had him on speaker before he even finished saying her name. Gracie was already lying back on the bed, one knee bent, the other leg stretched out. “Stay on your knees. Don’t stand up. Open your mouth and stay open. I’m going to tell you exactly how to do pussy worship and you’re going to keep your mouth where I put it.” He settled where she told him. She walked him through the first slow pass of his tongue, exactly where she wanted the pressure, exactly how long he was allowed to stay in one spot before she moved him.
He followed. She kept the instructions tight and specific. One hand stayed on the edge of the bed so she could hear the mattress shift when he leaned in. The other stayed on himself only when she allowed it, and even then only with two fingers and only on the underside. Body worship lived in the way she made him describe every change he felt against his tongue. Oral sex was the actual work. She corrected his angle twice before she let him stay there. Cunnilingus was the part where she stopped talking for a few seconds just to listen to him and then told him to flatten his tongue and hold still while she rocked against it. Domination stayed quiet. She never raised her voice. She just refused to let him decide the pace or the place.
Halfway through she made him pull back completely. He stayed hard and wet while she told him to look at her even though she wasn’t in the room. Then she started again from the top. No limits on how many times she made him reset. Submission was the moment he stopped trying to go faster and just waited for the next instruction. She let him get close once, then told him to stop and hold his tongue flat against her while she finished the sentence she was saying. He did it. When she finally let him move again she kept the same slow rhythm, making him use the tip and then the flat and then the tip again while she described how wet she was getting from the control more than from the contact.
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She stayed in that pattern for a long time. Every time his breathing changed she slowed him down. Every time he got too close she made him pull back and start over. The third time she let him finish. He came while she kept talking, voice still even, telling him to keep his mouth where it was until she said otherwise. She stayed on the line after, tone soft but still in charge, telling him he could sit back but he wasn’t allowed to wipe his face yet. She liked the sound of him still catching his breath.
Gracie kept the call going a little longer, describing what she wanted next time and how she planned to make him work for it again. If you want the version where she actually makes you stay on your knees and use your mouth the way she decides, you know where to find me.
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