It’s my birthday and it’s crazy how much I want it in front of my face. The only gift that I may enjoy the most out of everything on this special day. To put it plainly, I want my mouth to be stuffed and filled with your cream that’s made for me.
To hold the girth of you in my hands, to admire the beauty right before it enters my mouth. The eager to taste it the way my mouth is salivating heavily.
Letting your balls hang and swing in motion as I tug on you ever so slightly towards me. In awe to the creation you were blessed with along with the veins, the shape… mmm.
This first kiss, I want you to anticipate the moment my lips touches the tip of you… brace yourself. Allow yourself to gasp to the sensation I beg for you to enjoy now and save for a later memory.
This is the signal before the real show begins.
My mouth is finally wrapping you halfway whole, feeling my saliva drip down my chin, down my breast… falling as I continue to travel up and down your shaft.
My only request is for you to stand still, please. By the time I’m done, I want your knees to buckle and make you weak enough to say that this was the gift worth giving.
Don’t be afraid to use your hands and take control of the feeling. The goal is to hear your moans of pleasure, triggering my juices to drip between my luscious thighs… leaving a puddle on the carpet.
Force my throat to get stuffed with no room to retrieve oxygen. Leaving me with no choice but to control my breathing through my nose… either way, I’m enjoying our shadows appearing next to you and me. I wouldn’t mind letting my lights go out with that as my last memory.
These are your tears you created. Feeling them spilling down my face from the rough movements. Hips gyrating, fingers locking behind my head, having my nose close enough to tickle your skin between your V-shape.
You look so good.
Seeing your jaw fall from the moaning and you eyes deciding to stay open or closed to the feeling. Your chest is rising to catch your breath and releasing to exhale. Unsure to speak to the view of it disappearing and reappearing or the react to my willingness to let you do as you please to my mouth piece.
I can feel you swelling…
You look good when those glossy eyes are placed on me. Your groan are aggressive, soundly growing and you're getting violently ready to blow…
Give it to me… as this the icing missing to my chocolate pastry. Sticking my tongue out to ensure not one drop goes missing from my tummy.
Happy Birthday to me.
Now, its time to squeeze out more. We aren't done yet, let me lay on my back. Opening my legs for you to come and fuck me senseless.
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