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She kneels before me

as I slide past her lips

and can feel the pressure

against the back

of her throat.

Slowly I move

in a rhythmic motion

while the wet suckling

drives me wild

and her drool begins

to run down

warmly over my sack.

Pleasure this intense

can not be described,

only experienced

to fully comprehend.

True, I love to provide

pleasure to the one I’m with,

but there are times

I just need to be pleased.

Letting my mind wander,

exploring my fantasies

till I can hold back no more.

Exploding my seed

and hearing the gurgles of love

before taking her in my arms

and sharing the

taste of me.