can we talk about how pretty matty would look giving you head. and the eye contact. and his hair. the praise. or degrading. im going insane.
GODDDDDDDDDDD. matty is a munch (confirmed by me and disillusions).
he's had you spread open for him for hours now (always telling you the last time will be the last, takes a break and then gives you that signature grin and he's situating himself between your thighs again), curls peaking out from the apex of your thighs once again. there's no stopping the onslaught of his tongue as he continues to drag it up and down your slit, over your clit teasingly. you're sensitive and whining and that's exactly how he wants you: completely fucked out and gasping for him. his brown eyes gaze up at you as he takes the sensitive bud between into his mouth, sucking softly. his pupils blown out, gaze darkened. his hair is everywhere, a direct result of you pulling and grasping at the curls with strained fingers. he's ravenous, torturing you with the opressive pleasure and consuming you as if he's a man starved. he's humming and moaning against you, telling you how good you taste and how good you're being for him. each time your head rolls back, he pinches your thigh and shakes his head. "remember what i said, baby, eyes on me." and you have to fight back the urge to groan as you bring your focus back to him. matty grins at this, humming out a soft "that's my good girl, there she is" before he just dives back in, his sole purpose right now to make see stars.