I love giving blowjobs. Love everything about them. Love slow sucking and fast bobbing and having my head held in place and thrusted into, laying back and relaxing my throat for you to fuck like a pussy, worshipful long sessions, short quick draining.
I’m in my 30s but look younger – short bobbed hair, flat chested and currently bare pussy, 5’1 and tight from daily yoga, 106 lbs, pouty lips. Believe me, if you saw me you’d imagine me sucking your dick. It’s like an aura I have.
There were three guys I was servicing somewhat regularly. I had met them all on tinder and we had gotten to the point where hook ups consisted of hey-how-are-you-gimme-your-cock. Often cumwalking home. They rarely all asked to see me in one week.
But then one week they did. On a week when I had three dates set up already. New guys who didn’t know me and my proclivities yet. Who would still be telling me they were about to cum instead of just doing it where they wanted.
And then. Randomly. Two old flames of mine were stopping into town. Wanted to see if I had time to see them. Accompanied their asks with cock pics so I knew exactly what they meant.