I imagine a burning from the salt as my tears stain my cheeks, I blink them away but they are neverending as I look up at his face while my tongue dances around the head of his swollen cock, his shaft throbbing as I stroke him and feel him thickening against my lips, my tongue and in my grip. I spit on the head of his cock to avoid him getting raw. His moans make my pussy tighten and my wetness leaks between my thick thighs. I lick from his balls to the head while a soft moan of pleasure escapes my throat. Sucking his dick pleases me just as much as I do him. His pleasure makes me never want to stop. I position myself over him so I can swallow every inch of him, sliding him slowly and passionately between my crimson lips, against my hungry tongue until he hits the back of my throat but Im not stopping there. As he grasps a fistful of my hair, I squeeze his dick, not lightly and not too hard just to let him know he is doing everything right. As I fill my mouth with his engorged cock, my pussy grows hotter, my lips tightly pressed together are becoming soaked, my juices flowing as I tease myself more than him. I love sucking his dick. I make love to his cock with my mouth, passion wrapping the base with the form of my lips, starvation makes my legs quiver as I taste him. He throbs and grows one more time before his biggest and thickest is acheived and I stare into his eyes as I pull his cock of slowly from my throat, my lips clenched to him as my tongue runs along his flesh stretched around him as the aching commences. As I pull him from my lips, I plant kisses around the rim of his swollen head, crimson kisses consume his dick with lust laced love and his eyes meet mine once more as the last kiss is placed on the base of his cock. My expression shifts, I feel the intimacy flutter as it becomes a mere shadow in the red glow of my dungeon. The smile that forms is devilish with his head at my lips, precum droplets seeping out and rubbed on my lips like a newly opened lip stick, they glisten with a layer of precum over the blood red stains from my lipstick worn just for him.

As my mouth smothers every throbbing inch of his cock, I squeeze my burning walls as tight as I can and pulse them eagerly increasing the sensitivity of my clit as his hand grazes down my spine with fingers on a journey to my freshly shaved, bald pink pussy lips. His fingers pause at my soaking slit, barricading my juices within until he parts my lips and frees the flowing juices, releasing a thick and sweet trickle that coats his wandering finger, his soft moans describe his dark thoughts as they race through his mind, his words sync with his fingers and create a rythym of ecstacy between my legs. My hips barely sway and rock into his fingers as my mouth once again takes in his shaft, now so thick that his veins are pronouced more than ever and convulses as the determination is clear, determed to get him deeper than anyone has been, determined to swallow him whole until I reach the point of choking, passing my insensitive gag reflex and forcingmy esophagus to open with his thickness. My tongue now unable to perform her desired steps in her dance as his shaft presses against all parts of my spit flooded mouth. My eyes lock with his as we both acknowledge the end of my throat with shared grunts and raspy moans of a overwhelming craving. I gag and choke purposely until tears drip from my makeup smeared eyes, mascara forming dark streaks down my face as my eyes borderline pour from choking myself. I starighten myself and push him into my throat, past my points of familiarity and past what we both thought was the end. The moan that followed was sincerity in pleasure defined. He was now mine and he was soon to realize that. My throat wanted to reject his blunt weapon of a cock, the act of swallowing was impossible as his head was now lodged deeper than ever voyaged.