So get your cock out. I know it’s hard. I know you’ve been thinking of me. Thinking of me for a long time. Wanting me for a long time. And isn’t it nice to satisfy a craving?
And I’ve been thinking of you. Well, thinking of your cock tenting in your boxers and rubbing you over and over until you make a hot white mess in them.
Of course I look like the dumb puppy now, cramming that dick in my mouth after a couple of tender, teasing licks. Who says I can’t want to choke on it? Feel you thicken in my throat whilst I dig crescent moons into your tense, trembling thighs. Now is all sensation, of warm, pulsing constriction. And wet. So wet.
Honestly I’d have you come in my mouth. I like that. You like that. A blow job doesn’t have to be a prelude to a fuck, it’s a fuck in and of itself.
You’re fucking my mouth, after all. Thrusting into vacuum suction, saliva-filled perfection ringed in pink lip gloss. Drool seeping out of the corners, vampire-like down my jaw, neck, tits.
While you’re fucking my mouth I writhe and grind as if you’re fucking my cunt. My cunt can wait, though.
Come in my mouth. I like that. Treat me right and I’ll spit that come right back into your pretty mouth.
You like that.