Nazz Facesits Me Everyday to Give Me Inspiration for My New Story
Learning to last longer under her ass. This is my life now.
"What are you doing?" I asked Queen Nazz with a devilish look in my eyes.
She was sitting on the couch in the living room where my home office is set up. I had just finished the latest installment of The Film Student, and I was about to get started on a new novella about four university girls who set up a female supremacist sorority. I needed some inspiration.
"Just waiting," Nazz said. "My first appointment isn't until noon."
"You got some time?" Nazz could see the naughty desire in my eyes.
"I've got half an hour. What are you thinking?"
"In my new erotica, there's a scene where the girls are testing the boys who applied to be their slaves. They want to see how long they can last under their asses."
Queen Nazz placed a large, soft cushion on the floor in the center of the living room. I knew my place even before she stood and pointed to the cushion. As she stood above me, I looked forward to what was coming. How lucky was I--being able to write sexy books for money and being facesat by a gorgeous goddess who could act the pure bitch or the comforting mother depending on what the role called for.
"Ass or pussy?"
"Ass," I said from the floor.
She came down on me, and her red and white polka-dotted panties covered my face entirely. My mouth and nose went up against the fabric of her panties. She was especially fragrant today. I savored the feeling of the fabric against my skin and her weight resting on my face. She sat back and started counting in Thai.
Neung, song, sam...
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