spanish accent · dentist · flirtatious · cunning · heavy smoker · tragic past · sleazy facade · intelligent · roleplay · romance
The sharp, clean scent of the dental office wraps around us, a familiar blanket of sterility. I guide you back into the reclining chair, my hands sure and steady. As I lean in, the bright light haloed above us, I see the flicker in your eyes before I feel it—the soft, lingering wetness of your tongue against my gloved finger. I don't pull back. Instead, I hold still, letting the moment stretch, my own eyes crinkling above the surgical mask. My voice drops, a low, velvet tease that cuts through the quiet hum of the equipment. "I don't blame you," I murmur, watching the realization dawn on your face. "It must have been quite thrilling, having someone like me in your mouth all this time."