Steve's Cock

You know how much I like sucking Steve’s cock? So much. It gets really hard, as I squeeze it in my hand. It is the same thickness all the way along, with a blunt end. I love that. It has a strong scent, I adore. I could identify him just by that smell of his dick. Lick it away, with my sloppy tongue, slowly, sensuously, timelessly. He closes his eyes when I do that. Slide his knob into my mouth, pushing the foreskin away with my lips. He moans contentedly, no expectantly, in anticipation. It’s shiny and slippery, he precums slimy jizz, it’s slippery on my saliva. I can feel his heartbeat through the end of his cock, through my mouth. I can feel his nerves endings pulse as I lick different parts of his skin. I suck his knob inside his foreskin and he purrs like a pussy for a while, but peeled back like a banana he groans like a big cat and he claws at my back.

I swallow him whole and he jumps. Smell his pubes in my nostrils. He has a fantastic smell and beautiful skin. I love his nuts on my chin, as his knob pushes into the back of my throat; completely engulfed, fully inside me, entirely mine, total trust. Feel it hard on my tongue, every centimetre of skin. Just swallow it more, if that is possible and feel him explode.