I fucking love sucking cock.

I love it slow — lips wrapped tight, tongue working the underside, taking my time like I’m milking every twitch out of him. The heat. The weight. The way it thickens on my tongue when I suck just the head and let him feel how wet I already am.

I love it deep. Sliding down until my throat is full and my nose is pressed against him, gagging a little on purpose, drooling down his balls while I stay there and let him use my mouth. I love the way his hand tightens in my hair when I do that.

I love being sloppy. Spit everywhere. Messy, shiny strokes while I keep sucking, looking up at him with my mouth full like the filthy little slut I am. I want him to see it. I want him to hear it.

I love the quiet version too — just my mouth, no rush, soft filthy sucks and little moans I can’t swallow. Treating his cock like it belongs there.

And I love the greedy version. When I stop playing nice and just take it. Fast. Hungry. Throat-fucking myself on him because I need to feel that cock swell and explode on my tongue. Nothing gets me wetter than making a hard dick lose control in my mouth.

Every way is my favorite.

Slow. Deep. Sloppy. Sweet. Filthy.

And looking like this? Being this hot?

That’s just a bonus.

The real gift is how fucking good I am at sucking dick.