A few hours ago, one of the two men who have round-the-clock access to my hot-n-ready open boi-holes, comes by on his way to work. Coveralls make my T-cock twitch. This man, his cock is addictive. Like crack and heroin. Like , I will do anything for that D, Daddy tell me I am whore. Like, Im gonna suck the dick of ALL the men in your family, just to be near that cock, addictive.
He has that permanent mid-salute cock. A thick cock through and true, heavy dark brown sugar brown meat. My mouth waters...But his cock isnt model pretty, or porn star thick, h es not the longest, in face he’s the smallest in his family….”Ah... remember him?”
This man's cock is the smoothest, softest, silkest 9 inches to stroke my throat. Made with magic, temperded in storm clouds, forged by Thor himself? That dark voodo magic throbs with a beat my insides vibrate to. Tempered steel slides in my mouth, molton velvet floods into my skull. Nothing,is that fucking soft. Fuck, I don’t even know what soft is anymore. Hes a choking hazard, I try to guzzle him down like brown butter gravy, gagging for air around his stop plug head. My greed is the choking hazard. Fuck his load, i just want this softness always against my tongue, jackhammering deep into my thoughts. Just want him to fuck my mouth so I don’t stop breathing.I want to chew the softness right up, swallow it all.
That thick creamy pudding stick got me all fucked up.