Oh those lips. Your beautiful, luscious lips that send tingles down every nerve edge of my body. You always know what to do with your tongue and fingers. You always know where to kiss, where to touch, where to nip, where to bite, where to lick. You always know what to say to make my entire body shiver. But the thing you do best is smile.

Oh my God baby everytime you flash that Porter smile my knees start wobbling, my stomach flutters, and my heart pounds so fast I think it might beat right out of my chest.

So can you imagine how I feel with you leaning over me like a prowess ready to devour her prey–namely me. You soft sexy voice says, "keep your hands up there."

How can you say that to me? Keep my hands above my head untied and physically stop myself from touching you as you lick and touch me everywhere!? Bette, baby I’m not superman, I can make no promises.

Your lips are on my neck, fuck I have to touch you.

"Mm," you moan gripping my wrists and pushing them back up, "show some restraint baby, we’re not gonna taint our love making with handcuffs and ropes, so keep your hands up here and don’t move them. I wanna take my time."

But baby, I don’t want you to take your time, this is torture!

Oh shit your lips are on my chest now, kissing my sternum and licking down the valley between my breasts. I don’t think I can take this. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep my hands up when you fucking do that!?

Your tongue is on my breasts now. You’ve always loved my breasts even though you’re an ass girl. Though you love my ass just as much.

Oh shit I love when you flick my nipple with your tongue like that. Ooo baby you got some speed there, oh yes roll that around in your tongue.

My own moan catches me by surprise. Did I just make that deep grunting sound? Oh you moved to the other breast? When did that happen because I feel you everywhere in my body all at the same time! Fuck!