We were never going to workout. We never stood another chance. You were very upfront and honest about that. You didn't want me anymore. You were happy with your boyfriend/husband. Maybe you're happy just being single and on your own. I still send you texts and pictures. I call on you when I like. I show up to your job, your house, whenever I please.

I laugh when you tell me you don't want me around. Roll my eyes when you tell me how you've moved on and you're not interested. I shake my head and take my place on your couch or your husband's recliner when he is at work, or the parking lot outside of your office, pulling my pants down. Naturally I still don't wear boxers.

I know you care for your sanity. For your significant other. For your peace. For your mental health. I know you'll never actually take me back. But I don't care be ause I also know how much you love when I flop this Four Loko can thick bitchbreaker of a cock out. I know how you can't resist my long, fat dick. Most of the way hard everytine I free it from its fabric prison. I know how you love watching my heartbeat show itself through the visible twitches, pulses and swelling in the shaft and head.

Of course I knew how much you loved kissing the meaty, mushroom shaped tip that leaked precum freely. It would surely drip down the length and over my heavy, hearty, plump balls. Trailing over the partnered globes in my smooth sack before dripping finally. Surely if you don't hurry and lap it up, it will stain your couch, your husband's recliner or create a small glistening pool on your floor.

Naturally we both know how much you like wrapping your fingers around the girth and stroking it, even if you have a laundry list of things you need to take care of and prepare for. Remembering how heavy it was and to be sure to use both hands. Sure you love your man, but you love my leaking, dripping, meaty donkey dick and the way it tasted when you licked from the base to the tip. Following the strong vein that abstractly climbed the length. Sure, we both know how much better off you are without me. But, as my meat lays across your face and you suckle my heavy balls, I do not care.

Thank you for reading this far! You guessed it. This one is focused around cock worship! If you are interested, feel free to send me a message or a chat request and we can flesh it out a bit further. Of course there are a couple avenues to take the prompt. I oefit it a bit open, while focusing around the main theme. I write on a few platforms, so im open to whatever you're most comfortable with. All parties are of age.

Reference pics are not needed, but you're welcome to use them if that is your preference.

Kinks: Cock Worship. Give/recieve oral. Rimming. Anal. Voyeurism. Cheating. Exhibitionism. The list goes on.

Limits: Bathroom play, gore, snuff.