Like water slides, laundry detergent, and Bon Jovi albums, I tend to find that blowjobs are only worthwhile when it is “wet”.
So dig deep Kitty Cat, gag a bit, and do like only you know how to do to me. I cannot help but paint the picture in my head of you pulling that the thick spit from deep down and using it to stroke and twist along my shaft, beautiful eyes looking right into my soul and you are just fucking with my head in this moment.
Goddamn, you can suck a dick.
I guess that is not the most romantic way to put it, but whoever said I was romantic? Oh, shit, wait, I guess I did.
Nevertheless, you sure know how to blow my fucking mind. As I sit here voice-to-text writing this with a freshly shaved shaft rubbing up against my jeans, I reach down and ache for you to come claim to what is only yours to claim, Kitten.
Just take me in and do it with a wink and a smile like you do. Do a wet. Do it like only you ever did it to me.
But when you’re done, I’m going to pay you back with an aggressive devouring of your sweet delicious pussy so damn well-executed you’ll be wet for a week just thinking about it.
We’re going to play a game to see who touches themselves more afterward just thinking about it.