Musing Wordsmith.mp3

You sit at your desk, struggling to focus. All those words muddled in your mind, unable to come to the keyboard and screen. Not for a lack of inspiration, not for a lack of imagination, but from the aching distraction I'm giving you as my head rests between your thighs. You struggle to type as each time you press a key is a monumental task, for each second that stretches for an eternity I have my mouth on your throbbing clit. I'm moaning into you with each heavy breath. The heat of my mouth sending shivers along your thighs, kept apart and in place by my sturdy hands gripping roughly to my wordsmith. Fingers trembling with your wrists pressing against the edge of the desk. Your toes curl again and you give out a pleading gasp as I feel your pussy clamp around the empty need. My tongue lapping up your wet desire. Though you struggle to write you feel the swirl of my tongue across you as I write out each letter of the alphabet with my mouths quill. You don't get a chance to recover, as the sensation carries on. My hands wander along your lower back, gently caressing under your shirt, feeling the electricity flow from my touch. "More" I demand through a mumbling mess of hot desire. "I'm not done with you yet". You surrender to the task, your hands moving from the keyboard to mingle in my thick hair, petting me like the good Dragon you know me to be for you. Through moments of clarity, between fading vision of ecstacy you look down to see me hard for you. A strand of precum stretching from my engorged cock to the floor beneath your writing chair. You whimper out as you melt down and meet my eyes. "Don't worry Miss, I'll make sure you get your happy ending".

"A dragons scales are stronger than any steel, but the flesh beneath is as mortal as you or I"