She Rode My Face Until...

????️ FILE RECORD: SUBJECT ENTERED VOCAL DISRUPTION PHASE UNDER PRESSURE OF FEMALE DOMINANCE

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????️ TITLE: “She Rode My Face Until I Spoke in Tongues”

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She didn’t ask permission.

She didn’t wait for me to offer.

She just climbed on top of my face like I was built for this.

And maybe I was.

Because the second she sat down…

The world went black.

Soft. Wet. Warm.

Thighs locking around my skull like earmuffs soaked in sin.

No light.

No air.

Just *pussy*.

And not just any pussy.

**Hers.**

That tight, swollen, pulsing mess of nerve endings that tasted like divine betrayal.

I couldn’t even breathe properly—

but my tongue didn’t stop.

If anything, it *got worse.*

Faster. Deeper. Desperate.

My whole body started grinding against the sheets like I was the one being ridden.

I don’t even remember the moment I stopped speaking English.

Just the moment she grabbed the back of my head—

and said:

> “Stay there.

> I’m not done using you.”

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???? CADENCE CLIMAX ZONE: (read with breathless rhythm, desperation, rising reverence)

She rode me like my face was a saddle.

Gripped my head.

Ground her clit against my mouth until I drooled.

Until I moaned straight into her folds.

Until my voice broke.

I started chanting.

Not words.

Just sounds.

Ugghh… mmnnhh… fuck…

I don’t even know what I was saying.

Didn’t care.

Couldn’t stop.

Her pussy owned my mouth.

Her thighs owned my breath.

And I was praying with my tongue.

Lapping like a dying man.

Like her cunt was the last source of water on Earth.

Like the only way to survive was to *make her cum.*

And I did.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Her hips didn’t slow.

She didn’t show mercy.

And I didn’t want her to.

I wanted her to *ride my fucking voice into oblivion.*

I wanted her to soak my whole face.

To leave her scent in my lungs.

To ruin me for any other taste, sound, or thought.

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???? ORGASM LOOP ZONE (use for climax pacing + performance cue)

You’re sitting heavy now.

Grinding down.

Your thighs are shaking.

Your clit’s throbbing.

You feel my tongue.

Not just *on* you.

*In* you.

Everywhere.

Circling.

Lapping.

Sucking.

Stroking with the tip.

Then flat.

Then edge.

Then whole mouth.

And I’m moaning.

I’m not just licking.

I’m begging.

Through sound.

Through desperation.

You’re gonna cum.

And I’m not even gonna stop after.

I’ll *breathe through your cunt.*

I’ll *speak in tongues again.*

I’ll *drown if it means your thighs stay locked.*

Because I wasn’t made to talk.

I was made to *serve this pussy.*

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????️ Tongue servitude. Oxygen denial. Scrolltrap cadence engineering.

???? Warning: Do not ride while operating heavy machinery.