I’m not brilliant at it nor would I proclaim to be the best you’ll ever have; but I do know what I like.
I love your lips against mine, your tongue darting in and out of my mouth as your hands trace the curves of my body. The way you nibble my lip or moan when I suck yours into my mouth before tracing the opening of that delicious sensual opening.
But my fixation doesn’t just stop there.
I am obsessed with your cock. I quite often find myself in a day dream just imagining taking you in my mouth soft, and sucking you to firmness. Running that smooth head of yours against my soft, wet lips.
How I love to dart my tongue out and catch your pre-cum; like a snake tasting the air. I imagine my tongue tracing that thick vein up the base of your shaft till I take your head in my mouth and slide down slowly, dragging my teeth as I rise again. My tongue wriggling over that vein as you slide to the back of my mouth and back out.
How your fingers tangle in my hair, and press my head further with each down stroke. How you moan even as I gag when you push into my throat. But still I love it. How you harden, grow bigger till you’re full to bursting, groaning with every slip of my wet mouth, every flick of my rough tongue.
And then you come. As I said, I’m no expert. A jet of hot cum to the back of my throat will have me gagging beyond favourably. So I’ve learnt to pull back, flip my tongue over your throbbing head and direct the forced ejection under my tongue. My mouth still sucks at your cock as you spill into my mouth, slowly filling it so I can swallow you down with a smile.
Yes, I know what I like. And now you know too.
So when I’m staring at your mouth, when I won’t make eye contact as I wet my lips, you’ll know I’m satisfying my oral fixation mentally, hoping all the while you’ll let me satiate it again soon.
