Sitting in the parking lot rn, having just finished sucking off one of my absolutely top 10 favorite straight male cocks to suck and just thought of this.

I'm often asked what I like about sucking cock by straight men or why I like to suck and what I get out of it, and usually, I'm demure and cutesy AF about it, but today, I'm gonna try and tell you why.

TBH, if you're straight and you like to eat pussy, then you get it. You love the feel of that sexy body squirming under the ministrations of your masterful tongue, you love the way she grabs your head and presses you hard down into her secret box, a box that's usually locked up tight but is now opening up its sweet, fragrant petals under the watchful attention of your oral phallus.

Best of all, you love the way she moans and squeals in the throes of unbridled pleasure. You love knowing that while in real life, to everybody else, she may present as demure and cutesy, but in this moment, she is yours and those demure moans and cutesy gasps are just for you. Are elicited by you. Are created by you.

In this moment, you may be the one on your knees worshipping at the base of her secret altar but she is the one trapped beneath your tongue and mouth, trapped of her own volition, a goddess surrendering herself and totally and utterly captive to the simple yet potent power of your oral worship.

These are the moans and sounds and gasps that only a select few in the world are allowed to hear and here she is making them not just for you, but because of you, because of you and your tongue and she can't help herself but moan and squirm and squeal.

And of course, you love the way she fucking tastes, that premium taste of meat that only a select few get to taste and savor, complete with the natural juices secreted by her body, that YOU made her body release with just your tongue and a whole lot of personal rizz.

Translate all that to sucking cock and you just might start to understand why I love what I do. The more that man tells me how much he loves my mouth and throat so that he's now finding every chance he can to sneak away from his wife sleeping at home, the harder he pulls my head down into his crotch to try and put his entire manhood and being inside me, his oral whore, the more I love to do my very best for him, my very best to please him, a wife he can use and abuse however he likes sexually with no fear of repercussions or strings.

I love to do my very best to bring him so much pleasure with my mouth that for that one tiny moment in time, time seems to go on forever as all the blood in his body rushes to his head, exploding in his mind in such a pure and total state of joy and ecstasy that it completely blanks and detaches itself from reality.

And even better if he's able to tolerate my continued sucking and licking and deepthroating as I surprise myself (and him) in bringing his cock immediately back to life, and riding high still from his first orgasm, he grabs my head to pound his way straight into his second orgasm deep down my throat as all I can do is go along for the ride, holding on to his round, muscular ass, his strong tree-trunk thighs, his big, masculine feet, his firm abs of rock and steel covered ever so slightly by that cute little layer of babyfat.

With head this good, who cares if he's got a girl for pussy and what does it matter if it's a guy on his fucking cock? He is a god and I am a cocksucker who knows my place to be at his feet on my knees.