Deliver Me That Decadent Dick

I will drain you deliciously dry

I’m a proud, desperate, undeniable cocksucker. I love how you grow within my mouth. The way your length and girth explode with my exploration. I’ll make sure you are sloppy wet with the suction of my lips. My tongue dances around your tip. Flicking it like I’m eating the edge of an ice cream cone. Right before it drips and saturates my lap with its stickiness.

I can catch your scent within this essential part of you. I swear I can catch a whiff of the amber scent on your chest at times. There’s the way you stand with your hips slightly open. A come hither stance that invites me to partake in your decadence. That realm I love to dive into in-between your legs.

Sometimes I’m unsure where to start first. Shall I surprise you and go for your balls? They can be just as delicious to feel. The consistency of their slippery nature makes them difficult to pin down. That’s part of the fun, to slide them from side to side within my mouth. I bury my nose in your lower abdomen. Sometimes I brush against your thighs with the angles I take to take you in.

Did you know they tighten right when you’re close to cumming? The skin scrunches up into these rough patches. Like your skin has become a desert. Something that needs to be replenished with the release of your orgasm. Quite…