You’re sitting beside me on the couch when I notice it. That distinct shape, that rise in your lap. Your unmistakable growing erection, pressing against the fabric of your jeans. I slide closer, and move my hand closer until it’s lying on top. I feel it rise suddenly and decisively. My touch excites you, I see.
I lean in and lick your neck, bite your ear, then whisper, “show me.” You unzip your pants and slide them off. Your boxers are struggling to contain you, so I reach down and slide them off. Your cock jerks free and swings to full attention. The tip is moist, droplets of nectar flow. I run my finger over your slit and pull it away; a thin strand of cum hovers between my finger and the head. While my other hand gently touches the base with my finger tips. Your cock twitches, throbbing with anticipation. I run my tongue along, and provide some lubrication. My fingers wrap around the base and squeeze, sliding upwards and quickly back down the shaft. As I fondle the tip with one hand, my other hand caresses the base. Then I run my lips along the middle, kissing it and playfully licking.
You fidget and moan, unable to contain your excitement. I slowly work my way upwards, kissing, kissing until I reach the tip. I kiss the tip then close my lips around the head. Just the head, I squeeze my lips and catch the cum that drips out with my tongue. Then I slide my head down, moving my lips past the head, lower, and lower. I can’t take it all, but I manage the best I can. I bob my head up and down, slurping licking and sucking. I slowly pull my head up, up until your shaft jumps out of my mouth with a pop. I leave a trail of cum from your cock to my lower lip.
I stand up and take a few steps backwards, my hands run along my own body, peeling my tight t-shirt off, dropping my booty shorts, leaving a small pink thong barely containing my own hard on. I slide them off and toss them to the side, and slink my way back to you. I sway my hips causing my cock to swing side to side. I drop to my knees and smile up at you and grip you tightly with one hand and grip my dick in my other hand. I begin to stroke in time and return my lips to their position firmly around your shaft. I quicken my pace as the thrill builds to unbearable levels.
Faster, faster, you’re oozing in my mouth and you haven’t even climaxed yet. My cock is throbbing as I rub it; I can’t last much longer, I have to cum. Will you care if I cum first? Oh, doesn’t matter, my mouth isn’t just full of your cock now. It’s too much, I have to pull back, right as you shoot another stream, landing on my chin, and dropping to my chest. I fall back on the floor, lying flat on my back as your cock keeps twitching and launching streams of hot jizz. Your drop down over me, covering me with cum at the same I explode all over my stomach.
I lie there with you hovering over me, still dripping droplets of cum that lands on my throbbing cock. You look down and see me lying there out of breath and painted with white.
You fall to my side, and run your fingers along my wet body. Your fingers find their way down my chest, stomach and over my mound. You slide closer and I feel your hard cock press against my thigh. Guess I’m not resting yet.
I want to know what my followers enjoy seeing the most from me.
Is it my art? What’s your poison? Do you want more femboys, futa, girls, gay sex?
Is it my photos? How many want more, how many don’t want any?
Should I write more erotic texty things?
What do you want?