Me and my current boyfriend have been together for two years. 735 days, to be exact. And in each one of those days, I made my boyfriend cum. It wasn't always penetration (much to my dismay, but sometimes Aunt Flow gets in the way), but I made sure there was always some sort of sexual activity that ended with him releasing his load, whether it's inside me, on me, or in front of me.

Although I enjoy feeling the warm liquid on my skin, accompanied by his guttural moans, it's not always easy to clean up, especially because it gets this weird sticky texture when it's in contact with water, clinging to the skin. So, my preferred grand finale? When he's filling up my mouth with his special sauce, whether I'm gobbling him up or eagerly awaiting his special delivery with my tongue out. Just a quick gulp, and we're good to go (and guess what? Today was one of those days. I'm still typing away with the taste of his creamy goodness lingering on my tongue).
But there are other days when that's not possible, so I just grab his dick and stroke him, gentle or fast and furious, depending on his mood.

Of course, there are the rare moments when we're not together. I usually travel for work at least two weeks a year. In those cases, we always have our video call where I make sure to tell him what I would do if I were with him, and we come together.
He tries to return the favor, and although he can't make me cum every day, he tries, whether it's with his fingers, his tongue, his dick, his words, or a always welcome vibrator.

The truth is, when you do the math, it's been 735 days of seeing his cock every day. I don't know how long this record will last, but as long as it does, I'll make sure it's worth it.