BON APPETIT©

Sipping my morning dew, a Continental breakfast in bed of culinary prose.
I lurch my royalty on your eager opening. Mounting your countenance.
Cutting off your air supply I latch on to you like a muzzle.
Hips shifting as I paint your visage.
You binge on my piquancy, syringing pudenda.
Guzzling instinctively, drinking from my betrothed chalice.
Facilitating your development in my synagogue.
Earning every gulp of my umami concoction.
No limit to digestive capacity.
Oblivious to caution sign....
WARNING
SLIPPERY
WHEN
WET.
Riding you like a saddle you masticate my smorgasbord like the greedy gremlin that you are.
Biting off way more than you can chew. Oscillating my prepuce with your tongue spelling out every letter of the alphabet. Kneading tenderly.
Hula hooping my quim counterclockwise when you get to ‘O’: rolling your tongue when you reach the letter ‘R’.
Previously made dinner reservations to gorge my treats a la carte.
Dotting every ‘I’ and crossing every ‘T’: a carnivore at my all you can eat buffet, edaciously feasting on my banquet as if soul was an edible esculent.
'X' always marks the spot.
An esurient of natural preservative. Attempting to gargle mucus membrane.
Soaking in my blended beverage. Gluttonously gobbling I smother you with my pulsating cunt and spew my refreshment all over your face.
A rain dance of gyration, frantic frenzy of oral saturation.
Oozing wet and gushing tepidly on your penurious palate.
Debauchery surreptitious.
Orbicularis oris muscles holding into his boner like H O P E.
Like it’s the last time that I’ll ever get to draw him in my mouth again.
It’s presence so perduring.
Choking me with the festivities of your mass franchise.
Employing Mirth Yohimbine.
Your ramification dominating the circumference of my pharynx.
Activating the parotid gland.
Whisking as I skeet.
Dick drilling perilously causing me to gleet.
Saliva lubricating and teasing your tip.
I clean you off just to sibilate all over you again. Flicking frenum.
Rimming my gingiva with your helmet and swallowing you whole.
Your last orgasm still echoing in my fauces.
Your beefy bravery gustatory, tickling tonsil.
I feel your member shoot projectiles into my mouth, serpent seeping serum between lips and teeth.
Spurting accomplishment from your hydrant, spitting a distasteful love.
I lacerate your tumescent length gagging as you pump retributively on epiglottis.
Vengeful retaliation.
Forcing me to regurgitate your succubus, two cannibals slobbering sloppily.
Not wasting a single drop of your precipitation, I quickly take in your leftovers slurping your suppository, cautiously vacuuming.
Disposing of any and all dietary evidence absorbing fluids like lotion.
Relishing your herbal tea.
Rich with antioxidant.
I burp and you hiccup.
Perversion rectifying: complements of the chef.