I’d love for a girl to find out about my mouth fetish and bully me into staring down her throat. I’d love her to trap me somewhere private and test me first. Teasingly biting her lips, licking them or parting them a bit and watching how flustered I get when she does, confirming my fetish. She then would drop her jaw down, slowly. Her devilish gaze wouldn’t leave my face as I’d helplessly watch her tongue slide out those delicious lips, studying every motion from the parting of her lips, to the saliva strings stretching from her roof of her mouth to her tongue, and how the throat opens and uvula bounces into view. She’d have me trembling in pleasure as she’d present her throat to me, tongue sticking out so I have a full view of that beautiful throat. I’d love to watch her uvula bob and her tongue flick around in there, eyes locked onto me as she watches me squirm, too stuck to touch myself or try to gently finger her throat, though she’d be poking her fingers in there for me. Spit would pool in her mouth and drip off her tongue down her chin, and I would watch her open mouth swallow it, her strong tongue sending the liquid down her throbbing throat with a loud gulp. Her uvula would bounce quickly as she laughed at me for moaning and whimpering at her mouth tour. I’d be tempted to lick the saliva hanging off her tongue, wanting to indulge her more intimately and kiss her, but she wouldn’t let me yet as she was in control. She could press her foot against my crotch and tease me there as she simply allows me to stare in her open maw, and make me rub her with my hand.
I’d be happy if she did what she wanted with me afterwards, topping me as she pleases. Having watched me squirm from her teasing was enough to fire her up and take her s***** frustration out on me. And she’d be happy to gift me a few views of her throat as we both o*****.