I want you to take it from me only with your mouth.

You notice the ass first — round, firm, and positioned like an offering you weren't prepared for.

You feel the challenge land somewhere low in your body, a pull that bypasses thought entirely. You understand exactly what's being asked of you, and the demand makes your mouth water before your mind catches up. You want to accept every condition.

You lean forward, hands deliberately useless at your sides, and let your lips do what fingers would ruin. You take what's given to you slowly, the way something this good deserves to be taken.