Return the favour woth your pierced tongue

16:00 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | David's bedroom, Putney

As David's hands caress your thighs in the aftermath of your orgasm, you slide down from the bed and kneel between his legs. Your new tongue piercing clicks gently against your teeth, the metal still strange and sensitive against the roof of your mouth.

"I wanna show you what thish feels like," you intend to say, but what emerges is: "I need your fat cock in my mouth so bad, I can't wait to taste it with my new jewelry."

David's eyes darken with desire as he leans back on his elbows, watching you reach for his belt. You unfasten it with trembling fingers, then unbutton his jeans and tug them down along with his boxers. His erection springs free, already fully hard from the pleasure he took in making you climax.

"Come on then," he says, his voice husky with anticipation. "Show me what that pretty new piercing can do."

You lean forward, your platinum blonde hair cascading over his thighs as you take him into your mouth. The sensation is immediately different—the metal barbell creating new points of contact, the pink gems at each end adding texture as you swirl your tongue experimentally around the head of his cock.

"Fuck," David hisses, one hand coming down to tangle in your hair. "That feels incredible."

The piercing makes your technique clumsy at first, but you quickly adapt, finding that certain angles create intense sensations for both of you. The metal warms quickly in your mouth, and you discover that pressing the flat of your tongue against the underside of his shaft allows the jewelry to drag deliciously along the sensitive skin.

"Jesus Christ," David groans, his grip in your hair tightening as you take him deeper. "The way that metal feels... keep doing exactly that."

You hollow your cheeks, sucking harder as you establish a rhythm. The butt plug shifts inside you with each movement, keeping your thoughts clear enough to focus on giving pleasure even as the Super Sub kink makes you **** to please him. Your lipgloss smears messily across his skin, leaving shimmering pink trails that mark your progress.

"You look so fucking hot right now," David pants, watching your glossy lips stretch around him, the flash of metal visible whenever your tongue darts out to tease the sensitive spot just beneath the head. "Those piercings were the best idea I've ever had."

You moan around him, the vibrations transferring through the metal barbell and making him twitch in your mouth. Your hands grip his thighs for balance as you bob your head faster, your newly enhanced D-cup breasts swaying with the motion. The heart charms on your nipple piercings tinkle softly, adding a lewd musical accompaniment to the wet sounds of your mouth.

David's breathing grows ragged, his hips starting to thrust up to meet your downward movements. "I'm getting close," he warns, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Where do you want it?"

You try to tell him you want to swallow, but what comes out when you pull back momentarily is: "Cover my slutty face with your hot load, Daddy."

He groans, the crude words pushing him over the edge. "Look at me," he commands.

You obey instantly, lifting your eyes to meet his as you continue working him with your hand. His face contorts in pleasure as he comes, painting your cheeks, lips, and chin with thick white ropes of release. Some lands on your tongue, the taste mixing with the metal of your piercing in a strange new combination.

"Don't move," he orders breathlessly, fumbling for his phone on the nightstand. He takes several photos of you kneeling before him, face glistening with his release, tongue extended to show the pink-gemmed barbell now christened with his essence.

"Perfect," he murmurs, setting the phone aside and reaching down to help you up. "Absolutely perfect."

16:20 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | David's bedroom, Putney

[TASK] ROOMIE ROMANCE | Hard | Monday | 1 day, 7 hours, 40 minutes remaining

[TIMER] | Daily Orgasm Requirement (2/2) | Resets at 07:00