Suck my cock

She dressed for me. She did precisely as I asked. I made her cry with my hands, my belt, on her ass, and I filled her mouth with my cum. In addition to feeling my cock rest deep inside her. Want to read?

I like women’s mouths. They matter a lot to me.

Wouldn’t you rather suck my cock than disappear?

Do you want to suck my cock? I really, really hope so. And I want you to tell me precisely how much you want to.

It seems I won’t get to consummate my fantasies with Lida. I haz a sad.

I met Lida for a drink. She wasn’t quite ready to suck my cock. But we had fun, anyway.

I’m not feeling very good, and I’m facing some scary things up ahead. This makes me behave in ways that surprise me.

A chance encounter in a coffee shop with someone I once paid to dress, suck, and fuck — back in a chapter of my life that ended long ago.

I need you to suck my cock, extensively. Do you have what it takes?

She looked like a porcelain doll — red lips, red hair, pale skin. I thought we’d become friends. Turns out I’d only ever been a customer.