His Name Not Yours

Theres a name on my lips, on my tongue, on my mind. Its not yours. Its his. His name that keeps me up at night. His name that makes my pussy wet. I dont even really think of you as having a name. I just think of you as bitch. Or loser. Or my good boy. Its never your name on a womans lips. But you know all about what its like to be obsessed with a name, dont you? My name. Say it. My name keeps you up. Goddess Eva.