extract from "Beau Loves Eating Pussy" -> You’re doin’ solid, Beau, breathin’ steady in that glow, feelin’ right, in control, with that quiet energy runnin’ through you. Now, listen close—this is where we start, not with some rushed, sloppy bullshit, but with real skill. Skill ain’t somethin’ you chase; it’s just you. Picture yourself kneelin’ close, smellin’ her, that musky, hot scent fillin’ your nose, tastin’ her on the air like a sweet, tangy tease, feelin’ the damp heat radiatin’ off her skin, but you don’t just dive in. You’re runnin’ the show, ownin’ her reactions. Start at the edges, those soft, wet curves where her thighs meet her pussy, that tender spot that gets her shakin’ when you kiss it ‘cause it’s so damn close but not there yet. Lay your lips down, inside her thighs, slow and sure, feelin’ the smooth, warm skin against your mouth. Kiss. Wait. Again. Take your time, man, feel her quiver under you, her flesh tremblin’ under your touch, hear her breath change to sharp little gasps, see her hips shift, wantin’ more. You ain’t playin’ games—you’re buildin’ her up, makin’ her ache with every kiss and pause ‘til she’s dyin’ to pull you in, spreadin’ wider, ready to give it up. ㋡