You’ve asked me to feed you, showing me the way, the pose, the angle.
When you ask, I listen.
It goes my way.
It poses as I wish to stand, and move, and shake, and press.
There is an angle to it too, of course.
You‘ve gotta watch it all first, then write me back.
Tell me how you’ve been sucking my pussy, how your tongue kept slapping my clit, how you were feeding on my juices. Tell me everything!
Face sitting is a fetish that brings me unexpected pleasures. These days, I’ve been introduced — by a fan photo — to a new thing. I don’t know how to call it, in which box to place it.
A bit of face sitting, yet I’m standing. One leg firm on the floor, the other up over the bed, or a chair. This allows my slave to crawl under me, to raise his head between my legs, to make repeated efforts in reaching my pussy. To lick, to suck, to slap, to slurp, to feed.
Is this face feeding? Many things would go by that expression.
What is this to me?
You tell me.