THE ART OF BLOWJOB
I have in front of me your penis. I smell it. I hold it delicately to feel it soft. I look up, you see me, I don't lose contact with your eyes that anxiously ask me to start. I run my tongue from the testicles to the tip, all over the edge of the head, you tremble. I wet it all with my saliva, I open my mouth gently and let it enter me, I put it in my mouth. I suck you very softly, I move my tongue inside, I take it out and I look at you, again. I smile and play with it, give myself little slaps, savor it, definitely enjoy it and let you know. But I suddenly feel an insatiable urge and I want to devour it. I suck him all the way in, taking him all in, moving up and down rapidly with my mouth watering, accelerating the pace and pressure, my hand complementing the strength of my lips. I need more, I need you to drown me, to leave me breathless, I see you begging you, you see me and understand: you grab me by the hair, taking control and dominating everything, dominating me. You press my head against your penis, forcefully, you let me breathe for a moment and I spit it out. You immediately insert it and take me to the bottom, our eyes meet again, both of us ecstatic, your penis drowning me in pleasure and my throat screaming for your semen to spill. We found the right rhythm, the exact moment, without control you begin to tremble and so do I, this is the moment: I feel the palpitations and I see your face of pleasure, each time it throbs more and I prepare myself for ecstasy, you press me until you drown me , I suck you and you press me more so that it doesn't stop, so that it doesn't escape, and there you come in my mouth. You let all the milk stay inside me. You release me and, releasing the pressure a bit, I swallow her whole, leaving not a drop. I don't want to waste anything on you. you look at me I see you. There is nothing more to say.