Makes Perfect

If I manage to take my belt off smoothly in front of you, it's only because of luck and all that practice. On your knees in front of me, I can tell you're impressed. There's a slight dilation of your pupils and you stop your breath a moment.

I fold it in half and crack it hard first. You flinch. My pussy swells as I walk behind you, making the belt a loop. I put it around your neck and pull it. Not tight.

I watch your shoulders stiffen, I watch you decide to trust me.

My cunt lips are so full they ache.

One hand on the belt, keeping the tension firm, I reach down, my hand sliding over your ribs, cupping your breast, my finger and thumb make your nipple stiff. I take your earlobe between my teeth and flick it with my tongue.