i know jax eats pussy for his own pleasure, we all know that. but i cannot get the thought of his man ****ing you with his tongue until his jaw locks up out of my head. how he does not care about you scratching his scalp and pulling at his hair, how you cry and clamp your thighs around his head from the overstimulation when he brings your fourth orgasm over you. he tunes it all out, or if anything, it gets him off even more, with the way his cock is dripping from the tip just as the way he’s suffocated in you. you’re surrounding him, flooding all of his senses. from the way your essences is spread all across his face, tongue coated in nothing but you- to his nose buried roughly against your clit, how your thighs feel pressed against his ears. and god, the ****ing sight of you from over the curve of your stomach, how your chest heaves and you’re forced to look down at him. your eyes rolling back as you try to relax into the pillow he’d forced you to prop yourself up with for this very reason. but you