Breakfast

If I am blessed enough I would have cock for breakfast every morning.

I was blessed this morning with a thick cock, to make heavy, to make hard–to show my appreciation and to be able to put this slutty hungry mouth to work.

A day off, a languid kiss to your soft, yet heavy cock. My tongue learns the ridges, the tilt of your head tell me that is the spot. Music filters my sentiment of slow sweet licking, sucking, allowing myself the time to savor how make you hard. Because all too soon, your cock will be raging, the blood will fill and take control, and I will lose mine.

Momentarily at least.

When the blood takes control, the cock, the man, the cunt can seem urgent. Flipping me, bending me in half your cock plunges– no fingers to see if I am wet– we know I am ready for cock I engorged.  I hear my pussy, being lunged in, sloppy and wet. I bounce and ride, but beg for your to cum in my mouth.

"I wanna taste you. Please."

How could you resist? Between your legs I prop, your cock mine for the taking and I do. When you finger wrap into my tangled mess of hair, I feel your cock stiffen in my mouth even more. You like to pull me my my locks–sliding my mouth up and down your shaft, making me choke. But then you let me have my way–and I do. The thought of devouring as much of you as I can consumes me, and my mouth and hands  work you earnestly as whore and lovingly as a wife.

"Cum for me."

My hand cupping the head of your cock, my thumb works the sensitive under side, my lips and mouth are filled with your tightened balls and I want your cum now. My hand works faster as I pull you cock into me, between my tits, close to my waiting mouth–and I milk you and drain you and lick you clean of all that sweet tart hot morning cream.

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