I know what my voice does to you. My velvet tongue in your ear, whispering lustful promises and lascivious things I want to do to you. It wraps around you, hot and sweet, making your need within swell.
Gooseflesh ebbs along your skin as you imagine my red lips commanding you, praising you, punishing you. A whimper escapes you as you imagine my voice is my hand, caressing down your body and stroking you. I know your cock is just leaking for me.
My voice drapes you in warmth, tenderness, and sensuality. I know you hang on to every word that rolls off my tongue like warm, thick honey. Coating you in sinful delight, and I know you’re just begging to hear more.
My voice makes your nerves buzz and your head swim. I know you’re fighting yourself to not touch your hard cock, because I haven’t given you my permission to yet. You want to be my good boy and do what I say, but it’s so hard.
It’s because I know what my voice does to you.
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