I’m stacking the dishwasher, and he’s nursing his blue balls…

His mother
calls
and
I tell her
politely
that he can’t
cum
to the phone
at the moment
and
her softly spoken
godly
son
is a little tied
up
at the moment
kneeling
awkwardly
upon my
jarrah
floors
unhinged & frustrated
and
he’s in prayer
confessing
his sins
upon the altar
of
his own
curiosity
bound & pondering
what he wants
me to do
to him
next
and
it’s purely
sensory
however
he can’t
conceal
the
obvious
as his raging
rocket
stands
rigid
yet adamantly
awaiting
a firm grip
and
a wet hot
mouth
to slurp upon
him
before he plunges
himself
into
a tight wet
canal
with blatant
urgency
and his
glistening
drops of saturn
cascade
in slow motion
trailing
his protruding
veins
prominently
and
his monstrous
one eyed
beast
with a god
complex
looks like
it could
blast off
in my face
or somewhere
else
whilst
demanding attention
and
his
whorish nuts
are overly
full
hypersensitive
from
edging
repeatedly
for hours
on end
until he’s
thrusting his hips
into
thin air
towards
my mouth
and
the heat
of my breath
triggers
the rolling
of his holy
hips
until he
successfully
slides
his throbbing
indecisiveness
deep
into the
back
of my
throat
and
he’s lucky
that
the untamed
oral
fixation
I possess
for
him
is rather
pronounced  & receptive
and
he has 15 mins
to tell me
what
else he wants
me to do
to
him
before I phone
a random
lady
seeking further
instructions
on next steps
and
he’ll be regretful
if the woman
on the other
end
of the line
decides
to prolong
his release
until
the morning
as I explore
his
uncharted
perversions
by making him
the driver
of his
own
pleasure
but he won’t
disclose
his mudmap
and
his salty
breath
lures my
ruby tinged
lips
to draw upon
his
breath
biting his bottom
lip
breaking skin
before my tongue
pirouettes
the
length & width
of his
aching throb
and
I make him
taste
himself
as I devour
his
luscious
metallic flavoured
luminous
lips
etching love notes
upon the tip
of his
illusory notions
whilst
lashing him
with my
tongue
and
I can still
taste
the
remnants
of
us
lingering
upon
his
savage
bilingual mouth
until
he shoots me
down
viciously
with
expletives
that
I am unable
to
comprehend
like
vete a la mierda perra
which triggers
me
to twist both
his
nipples
until his eyes
turn
glassy
and
he apologises
reluctantly
as I push
my toes
inside
his mouth
making
him
wide eyed
until he
twirls
his tongue
upon my freshly
painted
pedicure
making him
suck
my toes
whilst
giving
foot in mouth
a whole new
meaning
and
clearly
he’s a stubborn
man
as he
could’ve
begged me
for
mercy
by whispering
his
explicit carnal
desires
to
make me
his own
and
I guess
he likes
contemplating
his
throbbing
blue balls
more
than
drilling me
to
release
himself
from the ties
that bind.