Anatomy of a blowjob [F/M]

When I suck your dick, I own you. Your cock is mine. I might be on my knees, but I’m in control. When your cock is in my mouth, I’m the most powerful force in your world.

I flick my tongue around the underside of the head. The pleading neediness in your moan turns me on.

“Yes,” you grunt breathily. “Look at me.” You comb your fingers through my hair, your hands urging my face slightly upward until my gaze meets yours.

The vulnerability in your eyes makes me wet. The way you respond to every slurp and stroke of my mouth is like a fucking drug. I get high on the power I have over this gorgeous cock and the beautiful man it’s attached to. You twitch and moan with every oral caress.

I deep throat your rock-hard shaft and lick your balls when they slap my chin. That works. You like that. I’ll do it again. Then I’ll swirl my tongue around your smooth, swollen dickhead. Slow, lazy circles at first, then fast, sloppy circles while I stroke your shaft with one hand and cup your balls with the other. You like that too. It’s fun, but I don’t want you to cum yet, so I slow down. I suck hard, and clean the precum off the tip of your rigid cock. You involuntarily thrust your hips. I grab your them and squeeze, reminding you to stay still. I’ll decide when it’s time, not you.

I stroke your cock with my hand. Slow, light strokes. My touch barely flutters against your hypersensitive skin. I flick my tongue over your cock-clit on the underside, just below the magical place where head meets shaft. I make my way down your shaft, leaving sloppy wet kisses in my wake. You like it wet. Sloppy and slow.

I take your balls in my mouth, licking, sucking and gently tugging them between my lips while I increase the speed of the strokes and gently squeeze the base. Longer, faster strokes with more pressure on the shaft, still sucking, kissing, and swirling my tongue around your balls. I squeeze your balls gently between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.

Starting at the base, I lick the underside of your dick like a popsicle. All the way up to the slit in your helmet. I flick and flutter my tongue around your banjo string and use my hand to give you long, slow strokes. You writhe and groan, trying to contain your urge to fuck my face as hard as you can.

I lick and suck your frenulum, then wrap my wet lips around the head of your cock. I suck, swirling my tongue around your head as I slowly move my mouth further down your shaft until the tip of your dick presses against the soft back of my throat.

My gag reflex turns you on. Your cock throbs against my lips, and my wet, hot pussy pulsates in sync. The head of your dick swells, making me gag more. Looking up at you, I inhale deeply through my nose and relax my throat muscles, easing the rest of your hard cock into my mouth and down my throat.

“That’s my girl,” you utter under your breath.

I grab your butt cheeks and squeeze tight, bracing myself. Your legs tremble, and you fist my hair with your hands. You pant, and grunt under your breath. I look up and we make eye contact. You open your mouth and release a guttural moan as you fist my hair harder and pull my head even closer to your body, refusing to break eye contact. I dig my nails into the backs of your shaky thighs. Your balls press against my chin as you pull me into you and, staring into my eyes, you release ropes of warm wet cum down my throat. I struggle to swallow, savouring every drop. I’m a goddess on my knees.

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