You and me again
And I find myself craving for your cock, feeling the soft tip with my tongue and making little circles of pleasure as I lick him whole. There's not a single spot unknown to my hunger when I taste what I was looking for. The taste, your taste, the precum saltening my mouth as I suck you harder wishing for your orgasm. Oh I want it so bad I can't keep my hands still and I find the way fast to my own center of pleasure. There's no surprise in the umidity meeting my fingers as I touch myself with your cock in my mouth. I moan with a mouthful and you echo the sound with your own version of satisfaction. You're grabbing my hair helping the job, moving my head back and forth and looking up. I'm looking up too, to your muscles contracting in your belly and I know you're close. So I suck you even more, adoring every moan that slips out of your lips, waiting for the inevitable end. And there you go, pressing my head, fucking my throat, pulling my hair. And I feel it. The unmistakable taste of a man's pleasure-bitter and salty, flooding my mouth, escaping my lips. I suck you a few more times and swallow what's left in my mouth. Your smile is my compensation and I know I'm where I'm supposed to be, right here with you.