Enough romance! Back to raw proceedings...

Its morning and the curtains are drawn and the light is smog. I start to lick the meat of him, dabbing with my tongue. I suck him into my mouth and he gets all whet up. He gets all hard for me and he starts to buck his hips.

Im thinking he's hurting my throat. Im thinking he doesn't care. I glide my lips down and Im sucking. Gobbing and tasting. Tastes good to me. Tastes like its getting me wet. I think about sitting on his lap (greedy juicy thoughts) and I cover him with my phlegmy spit.

I drag my head back and pull it away in strings. He puts his hand on the back of my skull and pushes me down so he can gag me with his cock. I gasp and suck and rearrange my teeth and my eyes feel like their rattling in my head when the air stops coming 'cause I'm choking so hard.

I love it. I taste it all. His flesh and his muscle and the drip drip drip of sweet fluid, like a leaking tap. I feel every buck and twitch and watch him thrash around, I want to drain all the life. He pushes his hips up, fucks my head, my drooling open mouth, gasps a last and feeds me.