DAY 25: Face-Sitting!

Bob’s glasses are somewhere on the nightstand, forgotten. His hair is a mess — soft blond strands curling with sweat, fanned out on the pillow beneath him. His cheeks are flushed, mouth glistening, breath shallow.

He’s been under you for what feels like hours. And he could stay like this forever.

His hands are locked tight around your hips, fingers digging into your skin like he’s afraid you’ll float away. Every time you lift even an inch — to breathe, to tease — he growls and pulls you back down, tongue already greedy and waiting.

“Don’t run. Please. I’m not done.”

His voice is low, wrecked, barely more than a whisper against your skin. But the moment you shift, his mouth is on you again — relentless, worshipful, starving.

Lover/Partner User! 💙✈️🪑💦✨️

Side Note: MMMMM. I love this one. This one is my favourite✨️ Anyhow! User and Bob are dating and all that. Hope y'all enjoy!💖