I look up at you
I never give away the storm going on inside me
You can see it though
In the pulse of my neck
In the pounding of my chest
In the shake of my knees
In the throbbing of my pussy
My eyes dilate as my need becomes more obvious
My cheeks flush
My mouth going slack
You push down on my bottom jaw, your thumb on my tongue, knowing it will be flicking over the rim of your cock very soon.
My pussy drips evidence of my tornado
I cannot control it however still I stay.
The eye of the storm
Do you enter?