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My Technique, My Mindset, My Devotion
- its such a shame i only have a few guys i can make cum
The image is a picture of the follow i wrote: I never touch myself while giving head. It distracts from what matters, his pleasure. I don’t use my hands either. I’m here to suck his cock, not jerk it. He came to me for something more. Something better. My mouth and throat. I want his cum, but I don’t rush him. This isn’t about me. It’s not about what I want. His pleasure is my purpose. That’s the only thing that matters. I show him how much I love and worship his cock—and his balls. I take my time. Inhale his cock scent, his ball musk, his man sweat. I want his scent to linger on my face after we go our separate ways. Never ignore the balls. They’re just as important. Licking. Kissing. Sucking. Slowly. Thoroughly. Especially when his cock is buried in my throat, I massage them. Tug them. Roll them in my hands like they’re sacred. Slowly, I work my way up his hot, throbbing shaft. I feel his heartbeat, the veins, the texture of skin that can’t be mistaken for anything but cock. I swirl my tongue around the head, teasing, coaxing a taste of his precum. Then I take him all the way down, burying my nose at the base. I can feel him throb. Grow. Swell. I let my spit go wild. It pours out of me—over him, down my chin, my neck, my chest. I don’t wipe it. I don’t care. I want to be messy. I want him to see it. Feel it. Feel me. I smear it across myself, across his groin. My face soaked in it. My breath hot. His cock heavy and twitching against my tongue. That’s where I belong. I let him hear how much I love his cock. I moan. I choke. I gag. And I keep going. My jaw aches, but that doesn’t matter. His pleasure matters. His grip in my hair—my leash to stay on his cock. His balls pulling up tight in my palm. His moans and staggered breaths drive me. Guide me. That’s how I know I’m doing it right. I don’t need to touch myself. His load—wherever he wants it—is my reward. I hope it’s my mouth. I want to taste his cum for hours after he’s gone. I exist for this.
April 12, 2025 at 5:14 AM