Please Janey Can I Have A Blowjob

He spits it out like a threat. I don’t care if you have a boyfriend. I know what you’re packing under all that fabric and I want it. Tongue first, then deeper. He’s Janey’s now. Every snapshot, every second of footage sitting on my phone like a loaded gun. He’ll keep crawling back, knees folding, cock twitching, shooting thick ropes down my throat because that’s safer than letting anyone else see. I want his eyes to roll back so hard he forgets his own name. I want the fear and the want twisted together until he can’t tell them apart, until he’s edged and leaking and still begging to come again.