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17-Dec-24 05:33
“My heart races as I hear the knock on the door, signaling his arrival. I open it, and there he stands, looking at me with that knowing smirk. I affirm myself in my mind, knowing that what I'm about to do is an erotic experience, not love, but one where I excel, my technique bringing waves of pleasure with every stroke and swirl.
Without wasting a moment, I pull him inside, my hands already reaching for the waistband of his jeans. They slide down easily, revealing a bulge that's growing by the second against the fabric of his underwear. The feel of his cock hardening under my touch sends shivers down my spine, affirming my passion for this art. His man scent hits me—a musky, earthy aroma with hints of sweat and a day's work, a scent that's uniquely him, driving my desire even higher.
I guide him to the couch, where he sits back, spreading his legs wide, an invitation I'm eager to accept. I drop to my knees in front of him, my hands eagerly tugging down his underwear, freeing his big cock. It's a sight to behold, thick and veiny, already starting to throb. I take it in my hand, feeling its weight, the heat of his skin against mine. My lips part, and I guide him into my mouth, the taste of him overwhelming my senses. I work my mouth over him, my tongue swirling around his head, savoring every inch, knowing full well this is an act of pure eroticism.
As I suck, I reach around with my other hand, my fingers gently exploring until they find his tight entrance. I slip one finger in, feeling the warmth and the clench of his muscles. His reaction, a sharp intake of breath followed by a deeper moan, spurs me on. I taste my finger afterward, the musky, earthy flavor adding to the sensory overload, and I find myself loving it, craving more. I go back to sucking his cock, now with two fingers inside him, stretching him slightly, moving in rhythm with my mouth. The taste of his ass on my fingers, mixed with the saltiness of his cock, creates an intoxicating blend that I can't get enough of.
I move lower, my tongue tracing down to his balls. They're sweaty and musky from his workout earlier, the scent potent, a mix of exercise sweat and his natural aroma. I lick them, taking each one into my mouth, sucking gently, enjoying the soft sounds of pleasure escaping him. The taste is slightly salty, the muskiness adding an edge of raw masculinity that sends a thrill through me. The scent of him is intoxicating, driving me further. I guide him to turn slightly, exposing his ass to me. His scent there is even more potent, a mix of musk and the faint tang of sweat, a primal allure that calls to me. My tongue ventures into the crevice, rimming him with a hunger I can't control, tasting the remnants of my own fingers' exploration. The taste is salty, musky, with a slightly bitter undertone that's all him - a taste that's both challenging and exhilarating. He moans, his body tensing under my touch, and I revel in the power of giving him such pleasure, knowing that this act is part of my identity, my celebration of self.
When he's hard and ready, he stands up, guiding me to bend over the couch. I comply eagerly, my ass presented to him. He positions himself behind me, his big cock pressing against my tight entrance. There's a moment of resistance as the head of his cock pushes against me, the pressure building until, with a pop, he breaches the first ring of muscle. The sensation is overwhelming as his thick cock slides in, stretching me, filling me up inch by inch. I can feel every vein and ridge as he enters, the thickness of him pressing against my insides, igniting a fire within me.
He starts to move, slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to his size. But soon, he's pounding into me, his cock driving deep, the force of his thrusts reverberating through my body. Each plunge stimulates my prostate, sending electric waves of pleasure coursing through me, making my whole body shudder. His cock hits that spot with precision, causing my legs to tremble and my breath to catch in my throat.
Then, with a particularly forceful thrust, he penetrates my inner sphincter, going even deeper, a sensation that's both intense and sublime. The feeling of him reaching into my core, claiming me wholly, is indescribable. My insides clench around him, the friction and fullness overwhelming, pushing me towards the edge of ecstasy. His rhythm becomes relentless, each thrust pounding against my prostate, driving me wild with pleasure, my moans filling the room as he fucks me with a vigor that matches my own hunger.
I feel him getting closer, his rhythm becoming erratic. Just as I think he's about to fill me with his cum, he pulls out. I'm on my knees again in an instant, my mouth open, eager for what's coming. He slides his cock back into my mouth, and I taste the unique blend of flavors - the salty tang of sweat, the musky essence of his skin, the taste of my own ass, and now, the lingering taste of his ass from my fingers, mixed with precum. It's a complex flavor, earthy yet sharp, with a hint of bitterness from the depth of penetration, layered over the familiar saltiness. This taste, so personal and raw, sends a thrill through me, knowing it's a direct result of our intimacy.
Then, with a groan, he releases, flooding my mouth with his hot cum. I swallow some, but I keep the rest, letting it sit on my tongue, savoring the combination of his cum, the lingering sharp, musky taste of my ass, and his unique flavor. It's a moment of pure, dirty bliss, one I'll replay in my mind for days.
As we catch our breath, I reach for my camera, already thinking about how I'll share this moment, how I'll add it to my collection, showcasing my talents and desires openly on the internet. This isn't just about exhibition; it's about celebrating my identity, my passion for sucking cock, swallowing cum, and the thrill of bareback intimacy. I affirm myself again - I am not just good at this; I am phenomenal, my passion matched only by my desire to share and connect with others through these erotic moments.
I lick him clean, savoring every drop, affirming our connection through this final act of devotion. My hunger for more experiences, for more cocks to suck, for more videos to make, is unending. I am BiBottomCockSucker, living my truth, sharing my desires, and seeking new adventures to suck, fuck, and immortalize on video, captivated by the tastes and scents that are uniquely us.”
Without wasting a moment, I pull him inside, my hands already reaching for the waistband of his jeans. They slide down easily, revealing a bulge that's growing by the second against the fabric of his underwear. The feel of his cock hardening under my touch sends shivers down my spine, affirming my passion for this art. His man scent hits me—a musky, earthy aroma with hints of sweat and a day's work, a scent that's uniquely him, driving my desire even higher.
I guide him to the couch, where he sits back, spreading his legs wide, an invitation I'm eager to accept. I drop to my knees in front of him, my hands eagerly tugging down his underwear, freeing his big cock. It's a sight to behold, thick and veiny, already starting to throb. I take it in my hand, feeling its weight, the heat of his skin against mine. My lips part, and I guide him into my mouth, the taste of him overwhelming my senses. I work my mouth over him, my tongue swirling around his head, savoring every inch, knowing full well this is an act of pure eroticism.
As I suck, I reach around with my other hand, my fingers gently exploring until they find his tight entrance. I slip one finger in, feeling the warmth and the clench of his muscles. His reaction, a sharp intake of breath followed by a deeper moan, spurs me on. I taste my finger afterward, the musky, earthy flavor adding to the sensory overload, and I find myself loving it, craving more. I go back to sucking his cock, now with two fingers inside him, stretching him slightly, moving in rhythm with my mouth. The taste of his ass on my fingers, mixed with the saltiness of his cock, creates an intoxicating blend that I can't get enough of.
I move lower, my tongue tracing down to his balls. They're sweaty and musky from his workout earlier, the scent potent, a mix of exercise sweat and his natural aroma. I lick them, taking each one into my mouth, sucking gently, enjoying the soft sounds of pleasure escaping him. The taste is slightly salty, the muskiness adding an edge of raw masculinity that sends a thrill through me. The scent of him is intoxicating, driving me further. I guide him to turn slightly, exposing his ass to me. His scent there is even more potent, a mix of musk and the faint tang of sweat, a primal allure that calls to me. My tongue ventures into the crevice, rimming him with a hunger I can't control, tasting the remnants of my own fingers' exploration. The taste is salty, musky, with a slightly bitter undertone that's all him - a taste that's both challenging and exhilarating. He moans, his body tensing under my touch, and I revel in the power of giving him such pleasure, knowing that this act is part of my identity, my celebration of self.
When he's hard and ready, he stands up, guiding me to bend over the couch. I comply eagerly, my ass presented to him. He positions himself behind me, his big cock pressing against my tight entrance. There's a moment of resistance as the head of his cock pushes against me, the pressure building until, with a pop, he breaches the first ring of muscle. The sensation is overwhelming as his thick cock slides in, stretching me, filling me up inch by inch. I can feel every vein and ridge as he enters, the thickness of him pressing against my insides, igniting a fire within me.
He starts to move, slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to his size. But soon, he's pounding into me, his cock driving deep, the force of his thrusts reverberating through my body. Each plunge stimulates my prostate, sending electric waves of pleasure coursing through me, making my whole body shudder. His cock hits that spot with precision, causing my legs to tremble and my breath to catch in my throat.
Then, with a particularly forceful thrust, he penetrates my inner sphincter, going even deeper, a sensation that's both intense and sublime. The feeling of him reaching into my core, claiming me wholly, is indescribable. My insides clench around him, the friction and fullness overwhelming, pushing me towards the edge of ecstasy. His rhythm becomes relentless, each thrust pounding against my prostate, driving me wild with pleasure, my moans filling the room as he fucks me with a vigor that matches my own hunger.
I feel him getting closer, his rhythm becoming erratic. Just as I think he's about to fill me with his cum, he pulls out. I'm on my knees again in an instant, my mouth open, eager for what's coming. He slides his cock back into my mouth, and I taste the unique blend of flavors - the salty tang of sweat, the musky essence of his skin, the taste of my own ass, and now, the lingering taste of his ass from my fingers, mixed with precum. It's a complex flavor, earthy yet sharp, with a hint of bitterness from the depth of penetration, layered over the familiar saltiness. This taste, so personal and raw, sends a thrill through me, knowing it's a direct result of our intimacy.
Then, with a groan, he releases, flooding my mouth with his hot cum. I swallow some, but I keep the rest, letting it sit on my tongue, savoring the combination of his cum, the lingering sharp, musky taste of my ass, and his unique flavor. It's a moment of pure, dirty bliss, one I'll replay in my mind for days.
As we catch our breath, I reach for my camera, already thinking about how I'll share this moment, how I'll add it to my collection, showcasing my talents and desires openly on the internet. This isn't just about exhibition; it's about celebrating my identity, my passion for sucking cock, swallowing cum, and the thrill of bareback intimacy. I affirm myself again - I am not just good at this; I am phenomenal, my passion matched only by my desire to share and connect with others through these erotic moments.
I lick him clean, savoring every drop, affirming our connection through this final act of devotion. My hunger for more experiences, for more cocks to suck, for more videos to make, is unending. I am BiBottomCockSucker, living my truth, sharing my desires, and seeking new adventures to suck, fuck, and immortalize on video, captivated by the tastes and scents that are uniquely us.”
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