: What do you fantasize about? What draws you…here?
:: It’s hard to describe precisely. Probably a man’s arousal itself. How it fills a cock and makes it pulse, move, flex. The shape of a cock is beautiful. And every tiny reaction is mirrored in me. I know what it feels like. What he is experiencing. The shivers. The sighs. The amazing, amazing pleasures.
: Fuck. Your voice is hypnotic. All of those things are happening in me as you describe them….
:: Yes, I can see the beginnings of it in your face. The relaxing and the parting of your lips. Your slower breathing. Color coming into your face. It makes me imagine what it’s like to make you moan. How it will sound. The beautiful pleasure/pain of stretching, building, throbbing.
: Oh fuck….
:: I love how you just closed your eyes to savor the feeling you just had in your cock. That is perfect. Like a meditation. I want to make seconds expand into minutes into hours. I want slow licks to be like an entire lifetime with sensations born, evolving, peaking, then easing. I imagine the carnal dance. Your cock beginning to snap at the first contact, arrowing straight to the ceiling as your neck bends back and the longest, lowest, most exquisite moans erupts from deep in your chest.
: Jesus. I can’t breathe. I can’t resist moving my hips. For you. You are going to make me beg for this. Please. Fucking, please.
:: Take off your clothes as you listen. And imagine.
: I don’t know if…I…can survive it.
:: Do it.
: [Rustling.] [Straining underwear.] [Gasping as he snaps free and bounces.] [Bashfulness.]
:: Jesus, your cock is beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
: Oh fuck. Oh fuck. You think it’s beautiful?
:: God, yes.
:: Lie back. Don’t touch it. Let your cock move on its own.
: [Whispering. Like a mantra.] Oh god, oh god, oh god….
:: You are glistening already. But I want that diamond drop at the tip of your cock to grow. So sweet. Yes. Imagine how my tongue is going to feel slowly wrapping at the base of your beautiful cock, then sliding up…up…up…and then caressing over the left lobe of your gorgeous head. That made you jump! Made your rock hard. Feel it again. The groaning start, the shuddering climb, the white, sparkling culmination at the peak of your sensitivities. But I don’t disturb that growing droplet. It is shivering in the light. Building.
: Oh Jesus fuck. Oh my fucking god. You are…you…I don’t—
:: It is about to set itself free. It has grown heavy. I want you to feel it when it lets go. Concentrate. It’s going to flow over your frenulum first, that crawl down the ridge of your shaft. No matter how small the sensation, you are going to expand it, make it your entire being. Get ready! It’s going to start…now!
: [Chanting.] Oh, I can feel it. I can feel it. Fuck, I can feel it. Oh, oh, oh.
:: Beautiful. Beautifully done. You can’t control your cock, can you? It seems wild. Not a part of you. The pulses are fast and uncontrolled.
: Yes…yes…yes….
:: Are you ready?
: Ohhhhhh….
:: Are you ready to be changed? To give your mind and body. Your cock. Are you ready to break and let your cock shatter you?
: Please, please…take me…please take me.
:: Beg me to take your cock.
: Please take me cock! Oh please! Oh please!! Take my fucking cock!!
:: Ease your hips up. Make your fucking cock come to my lips. Arch your back.
: [Breathing short, shaking, wild.] Oh fuck!!!
:: [Speaking close so his hot breath caressing his cock.] I’m going to lick you. I’m going to lovingly lick and savor your cock.
: I…I…oh, oh, oh. AHHHHHHH!
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