I move it so, it coats my mouth and it tastes like a fine wine.
I lap it up, with ecstasy, because it is all mine.
I suck and nibble, lick my lips, because I enjoy your taste.
The saltiness that calls to me, every drop of pre-come not going to waste.
When I feel the muscles tighten, I gag on your tool as it gets hard and straight.
I cradle your balls, because I don’t want to wait.
When the time is right and the skin is flushed red and bright.
I see it fly, in thick white ropes and strands landing everywhere alright.
It can be thick like glue as it oozes from the tip.
Like a tap, I catch the last few drops on my tongue…drip by drip.
