I know it’s something you’ve been curious about.

What exactly is his fixation with my mouth? Is it that it’s just another hole for him to shove his dick into? Does he like the way my tiny, rounded taste buds feel sliding along the underside of his shaft? Perhaps it’s all that wet sucking that turns him on. Or is it the way I gag when he shoves past my uvula?

Well, I can confidently tell you that it’s all that and much more. But, because you don’t have the luxury of experiencing it from my perspective, allow me to explain.

First, let’s talk about That Look.

Yes, I’m talking about the way you flutter your eyelashes at me while dropping to your knees. There are instances I can recall where just that look–combined with the gentle biting of your lower lip–nearly sent me towards premature ejaculation. And even the thought of how you would react once you’ve unzipped my pants, only to discover my cock already twitching in its own cum, only made it harder to resist.

Do you ever notice me flex my thighs when you’re purring up between my legs? Well, here’s a little secret: that’s me bringing myself back from the edge. God forbid I let myself go before I even feel the wet suckle of your pursed lips. And, no matter how attractive the fantasy, that simply couldn’t stand.

So, where does that take us?

The First Taste.

Yes, once you’ve got my pants down, my cock already thick and stiff in your hand…Actually, allow me to pause here. You can already see how distracted I get simply attempting to describe this to you…Let me first take a moment to discuss your grip. Do you think I don’t notice the way your fingers close around the hilt of my shaft? Or how that particular grip mirrors the way you hold a microphone or banana or, well, really any phallic item. Sometimes you wonder how I can get turned on when we’re simply grocery shopping or you’re holding your “so cute” coffee tumbler that says “Brat” in bright pink letters.

Well, there’s your answer. I see sex in everything. Most of all, I see you being sexy in every possible context. Remember that time I was watching you curl your hair while you were wearing nothing but an oversized sweater? And I started jerking off? It was because even when I see you holding a curling iron, my mind immediately imagines you stroking my cock. Such is the tremendously imaginative mind of man. At least–this man.

What was I talking about?

Ah, right, the first taste. I’m referring, of course, to when you first take me in your mouth. It always varies–how you decide to do it–and, despite my best efforts, I’ve yet to determine how you choose. Sometimes you do a few teasing licks of my swollen cockhead–you know how sensitive it is. Other times you begin by taking that swollen head into your mouth, pressing your tongue firmly against my frenulum and staring into my eyes. Let me tell you something of incredible importance: there is no better sight than that of a woman watching you while your dick is between her lips. No honest man would answer any different.

Alright, alright, to be fair, there’s one thing that compares: it’s when you’re squirming in delirious ecstasy while my tongue plays musical chairs with your clit. Though, I can’t generally make your face out while you’re arching your back and shoving your cunt against my chin.

But see? I’m getting distracted again. I could go on all day about how much I enjoy sliding my tongue along your folds. At the moment, let’s focus on how much I enjoy you getting between my legs.

So, we’ve discussed that look and the first taste, but what about once you really start getting into it? That brings us to The Sounds.

I sometimes wonder if you notice the gluck gluck or slurp slurp of my cock sliding over your tongue. Sometimes it’s more of a uck, uck, uck when you’ve got me deep and you’re holding on for dear life. And, well, speaking of gagging, fucking hell is it ball-bustingly hot when you take me so far your body can’t help but try to push me back out. And, like such a good girl, you overcome that reflexive reaction, often stuffing me even further down your rebellious epiglottis so that I can watch your throat distend to fit me. Humans weren’t designed to swallow a fat cock like mine, but you sure fucking were.

(I helped with that, didn’t I? Trained you. Punished you. Kept your ass in line when you got too sassy, which is all the fucking time. Works for me. You just know I’ll fuck you harder on the next go.)

Then, after all that gagging, there’s the inevitable sucking noise as you try to get the saliva dripping down your chin back into your mouth. That’s a reflex too and one we’re working to undo. You know how much I like watching those thick strands of spit dangle above your chest before they break wetly against your bare tits or your t-shirt or hoodie or bra.

Fuck.

I don’t know if I can finish this little presentation. Just thinking of you wiggling your ass as you scoot your chin to my balls is bringing me to the brink. But I’ll try. For you I’ll do my best. Speaking of the brink, let’s talk about how much I like the way you handle My Cum.

Sometimes I blow my load while your nose is squished against my abdomen. Other times just my tip is pulsating against your outstretched tongue. And on occasion I pull out of your mouth entirely so I can finish on your face, much like I pull out when we’re fucking so I can spray a few heavy ropes of cum across your ass. What can I say? I enjoy making you swallow but I’m just as I’m thrilled to see all the results of your hard work.

But the best part of all this is you take it all in stride. There’s no greater feeling of acceptance than knowing you’ll take my cum wherever I want to put it. I once finished on your face after you sucked me off in the bathroom of a bar. And, despite knowing that you’d have to return to the table to sit with our friends after wiping my sperm from your cheeks, you didn’t complain for a second.

God, you’re such a good girl. I mean, sometimes you are. Right now you’re going to be. So, why don’t you put your hair up and take care of this?