Katy Faery Armpit Fetish JOI

Hmm.

Loser boy.

It's been since forever.

That's how it felt like.

I wonder just how many times you did dream about putting that tongue, those lips, all over my armpits.

How were you actually doing it?

Were you swirling your tongue round and around and around?

Or were you going up and down?

Or is it that you were first pressing your lips really good against them, kissing them, sucking all of that sweat?

I know.

And it's far better now.

Far better because they're all filthy and sweaty.

Just finished working out.

You're getting greedier now, right?

So much greedier.

And even better.

I think I like the fact that you're so anxious.

Just touching it straight away.

Right fucking now.

Get it out.

Get that fucking tongue out.

Stop licking.

Look at how fucking gorgeous they are.

You really can't help it.

You can't help but getting all weak.

All excited.

All slutty.

You know, even though you're going to try to stay away from it, this is not going to diminish at all.

None of your fantasies are going to perish overnight.

They're not going to go away.

Not even if you tried running away from it, it's not like you have any escape.

You're going to be forever connected to them.

Forever.

The idea of licking and kissing and making passionate love to my armpits is going to just stay with you forever.

Because they look so good.

They smell so good.

It's like a poison invading your mind, invading your entire body.

It's making you want to crave this even more.

And why wouldn't you?

Why wouldn't you just want to quit?

It's impossible to quit.

It is.

You know why it's so impossible to quit?

Because they look so good.

They are making your mouth water.

The more that mouth waters, the more that your bow

from your past is growing.

What a bitch.

What a fucking bitch you are.

No, don't get me wrong.

I actually like that.

I like that burning desire in you to lick them.

To crave them so badly.

I mean, you've been waiting for this your entire life.

Even though

I gave you this multiple times, you still feel the need to restart the process, to restart the cycle.

It spins and it spins, it swirls and it swirls, and you end up at that same place, on your knees, licking, sucking.

That's right.

I know.

I know exactly what you've been asking me.

To just show you a little bit more.

To give you a little bit more.

Because you think you are actually entitled to receiving more than just an armpit worship.

You know what I think?

I think that the moment you're going to get that cock out,

The moment you're going to start jerking it, looking at my marvelous armpit, you're going to just choke on all of that excitement.

Your mind is going to get all mushy, twisted and fucked over and over again.

I told you, addiction never ends.

It may just stop being so damn intense for a while.

And then it's going to go straight back into your face, making you twitch, making you moan, making you want it so much more.

Lick.

Come on.

Lick it up.

Press that tongue really good.

Straight into it.

Actually, push into it.

Lean forward into desire.

Into addiction.

Ah, just like that.

But you would put even your cup

right in here, fucking them just like that.

Let me guess, you already whacked thinking of that idea, didn't you?

Of course you did.

Of course you did.

It would be rather impossible not to, since I know how much I've deepened your addiction for my armpits.

How you really can't get enough of them.

The more that you think about quitting, the harder that it actually gets for you to do it.

Now, it's not only your addiction for my armpits.

It's also that big desire of yours to not fail on me.

You know exactly

Just how shitty it would be for that to happen.

How you would be totally valueless if you ever tried doing something like that.

It feels somehow ridiculous to even think about it.

So vain.

So plain.

So lame.

You wouldn't want to be totally clueless.

To not know what to do with your life anymore.

And if you ever get dismissed.

You're going to feel exactly like that.

Like.

Massaging it.

That's right.

Getting that sound out.

Starting to lick.

Up and down.

Inhaling.

Inhaling the seductive poisonous scent.

The one that is going to be getting you even more addicted to me.

Grave them even more.

Like them even more.

Worship them even more.

Mmm.

Start stroking that dick.

Faster.

Faster.

Fasten up the rhythm.

And patiently wait.

Wait for you to just receive permission to completely twitch.

To release your empathetic load.

That's what you want, right?

All over my armpits.

Perhaps putting that dick right in here, pressing and rubbing against my armpit.

That would be so beautiful.

I wonder just how long it would take for that to come.

to just come here instantly.

How long would it be?

Two strokes?

Three?

Looking at them?

Touching them with your tiny, ridiculous pecker?

Oh, I bet.

That is it.

It's too good.

Foster.

Foster.

Don't make me wait.

I hate waiting.

You have five seconds to get released.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

I'll go ahead again.

That was so good.

Wasn't it?

It's the best option for you to spurt.

The only one.

Loser boy.