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I smile as I find myself
on my knees
again

thighs trembling as a plastic orgasm
threatens to pull me over the edge.
That fast
That fucking fast.

I pull your hand from my hair
and guide it to your cock,
so you can teach me
how to work
every fucking bit
of you.

My eyes are black
as they peer from
under lashes and
latch on to yours.

I'm going to hold you here
through a goddamn corneal harpoon.

I want to watch you watch me come
with your dick in my mouth.

I want my mouth to be satin, silk,
I want it to be vinyl and velvet,
and so fucking warm
and wet
that you dream
about it when you're an
old man recalling the days
when your dick
(was mine)
had a mind of its own
and it thought of me.

So I want you to teach me
the fingerprint
of your cock.

Every piece, every swirl,
everything that feels
like heaven
that good girls don't like to talk about,
that good girls don't like to do.

My thighs shake and
I'm swearing to that
mangy god of fuck
your hand on your cock
and my hand on top,
while I roll my tongue
around your head.

I jerk convulsively,
murder in my eyes
as my sweet mouth
sucks the rib of tissue
around that firm ball of flesh
and my tongue probes
while our hands work your shaft.

And I want you
deeper

in my mouth

I'm panting and almost snarling trying
to hold out longer than you
and failing...

my hand over top of yours
as we work your shaft
in the opposite direction
of my suction,
and my mouth lubes you,
you slide
in
and out
and we twist the shaft of your cock
a little while I cup your balls.

I moan and deep breathe
through a tremor
as I feel their weight.

I pause to rub my cheek against your sack
the wet ends of your cock
catching strands of my hair.

and it's messy and trashy
as I lick my way back up,
eye still tied,
and pull you back in.

The fucking way you look
taste
feel
smell
drives me crazy
and I lose all control
and shatter at your feet,

breaking contact with you
and bracing myself on your
thick
thighs
while I pant and cuss
and ride an invisible you
as if it's a bull ready to throw me.

You slap my cheek with your cock,
and I can't
catch my breath.

You slap my check again
and I'm coming so hard
I spit the vibrator
half out
so that it's tangled
in my lacy bits,
and out of me enough
to think

and you fucking slap me
with your cock again
and tell me to put it back
because you didn't
give me permission to stop.

So. I. Do.

 I spit on your dick and get to work like it's my job and the bills are due tomorrow.

I fucking hate you
I fucking worship you
I fucking need to feel you
lose control the way you make me

And you groan,
our hands work faster,
that pace that surprised me in the shower
but I'm ready for it.

My lips compress,
making a tight
oral pussy
for you to pull that beautiful ridge
in
and out
and fucking in and out and in and out
and I'm coming again, oh god,
and you tell me you're coming
and you smell like heaven,
the heaviness
and musk,
of man,
of sex
and you,
fills my senses
which light up and die on a
supernova of fuck yes

I'm tearing up
because it's too much,
it's too much,
and you pull back
hit the roof of my mouth,
and I flick my tongue
on your jetting hole,
tonguing your sensitive bit like I would a clit
making a fucking mess,

sort of like putting your thumb
over the full blast of the garden hose.

You spurt in my hair,
on my swollen lips,
you drip off my mouth and
stain the lace of my onesie,

And I come again when your legs buckle.

I come for fucking ever
I come so hard you hit the bottom
of my chin with your receding spurts
because I'm nearly bent in half
with the spasm that locks me up
and I'm sure this is it
I'm going to fucking die this time

I'd sob if I could breathe because it's too much I can't breathe, it's just

 the top of the wave,
 then the top again,
then again
please...

please....

please.