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.