Mouth on my ass. Now. You don't get to ask why. You don't get to slow down. You don't get to stop when your jaw aches. I sit, you lick, and I decide when you're done. Every good boy knows his job. Yours is simple: make me feel it. Sloppy, deep, and without a single question. Lose focus and I'll remind you exactly who's in charge. That's your place, pet. Right where I put you. Now tell me, do you still think you deserve a break?