Hawk Tuah : The Choke

To serve my desire, she embarks,
A journey of lust, igniting the dark.
With balls in hand and passion untamed,
A symphony of pleasure, raw and unchained.
 
Saliva drips, a glistening thread,
From her eager lips to the crown of my head.
Tongue swirling, teasing the tip,
A messy dance, a sinful sip.
 
Nipple tips grazing my dick, teasing slow,
Licking the shaft, feeling it grow.
Sucking the head with a fervent need,
Taking me deeper, letting desire lead.
 
Saliva pools, a testament to our play,
A slick embrace, where passions sway.
Spit and bubbles, a messy display,
As lips and tongue have their way.
 
Deep throating with a gag and a choke,
Coughing, spluttering, breaking the yoke.
"Hawk tuah," the signal of our game,
With guttural sound, a lover's claim.
 
Cock squeezing for the sweet water pre-cum,
A taste of the nectar, making me numb.
Gentle bites along the sensitive nerve,
In this dance of lust, we find our curve.
 
Savouring the nectar, salty and sweet,
A gift from her, a lover's treat.
Balls tenderly held, with a tight squeeze,
A symphony of pleasure, designed to please.
 
"Glurp, glurp," the sound fills the room,
As she goes wild, chasing the bloom.
Deep, messy, with no restraint,
A masterpiece of lust, without complaint.
 
In the depths, the gag reflex flares,
A dance of control, a lover's dares.
Cock massaging, feeling it grow,
In this primal dance, we let it show.
 
My moans a symphony, "Ahh, ohh," I sigh,
As she dives deeper, hearing my cries.
Her lips and tongue, a frantic play,
In this messy, raw display.
 
Each stroke, each lick, a testament to skill,
In this sloppy embrace, we find our thrill.
No need for perfection, just raw, pure lust,
In the art of the blowjob, in passion we trust.