Our days are long, the work never ends.
Yet I know you’re waiting for this, just back home.
I’ve become a convert to your addiction, or I’ve come to understand your fixation with it.
Somehow I have become, in turn, your toy.
No matter when, if I got home before you, your first instinct will be to come and get me, your bag thrown in, no matter where I am or what I’m doing. If you’re home before me, just by hearing the front door, you’ll come and join me.
Invariably, you will kiss me with ardor, your hands already thrown to my crotch, our tongues and lips playing in concert, your caresses lingering to make my desire grow. All to your pleasure, when you find it sufficiently in demand of more, you will put yourself on your knees in front of me, taking your time to make it leave its gangue, reddened, proud to be stiff and inflated for you. You’ll place a first kiss on her head and run it all the way to the purse, delicately, your hand barely holding her. Your kisses will turn into delicate licks as if you were afraid of hurting it, feeling it first palpitations and that a drop of pre-seminal fluid will come out of meatus as if pink.
You can see that you would like to take her all the way into your mouth and down your warm throat, to keep her snuggled up in your mouth, but you hold back, you want to fill your pleasure, take your time, tease and tease her, play with her as long as possible.
Bringing me to my senses, hearing me hold back from moaning under your licks, then when you feel me about to come, stopping, frustrating me, you’ll go back to your tasks, just as unsatisfied as I am.
For you, it’s more than a game, you like more than anything to have a throbbing sex between your lips, it’s for you like a long Sunday meal, you take your time to enjoy and savor.
You increase your desire, your pleasure by frustrating yourself with the sweet nectar.
You will return several times, always delicate, at the beginning, but your senses exacerbated by your own desires, your tenderness will turn into devouring passion, always deeper you will seek to take it, faster… your devouring pamoison, insatiable for my rod, you only live to have a cock in your mouth, to have your tongue wrapped around a vigorous member.
I have learned to let you satisfy your compulsive need to feel it pulsating in your mouth wet with desire, it is always accessible to your wish without ever rushing you or interrupting you, I let you be the master of my power.
Then will come the moment when you will want to feel it in the bottom of your throat, flowing from my sex in large streams, your white nectar, your desire to cum will have become stronger, that you will not be able to repress it, I know this moment or for the first time, taking it all, you’ll look me in the eyes without letting go, no matter how much you move your tongue or head, no matter how much you lose your breath, your mouth filled to the brim, you’ll look me straight in the eyes, looking for the moment when I’ll cum, finally answering your thirst for cum.
Delivering me at the same time. Exploding in an uncontrollable rattle, you will seek to keep everything, you will undergo the hot and pearly explosion, not to lose anything, not a drop will escape from it, then slowly, your senses finally reassured, lavishing him the last caresses, you will finish by snuggling up against me the time that our senses pushed to the extreme calms down.
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