Breathless

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I need his cock more than I need air.
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TiaSlut
TiaSlut
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In his presence, I kneel low
His scent surrounds, a sweet delight
No thoughts, no self, just him, I know
His taste upon my tongue, so light

Sometimes I struggle for my breath
A small shift and all is changed
But I play with it, like a game
Stoking his thigh, reassured and unafraid

‘I can’t breathe and that’s fine… I can’t breathe… and that’s fine…’

Seconds pass, panic starts to rise
I tap his thigh, a gentle plea
He chuckles softly, sees my eyes
His hand upon my head, a grip so free

He thrusts further, my throat constricts
Then pulls away, leaving me breathless
Laughter pours, wiping my wet eyes
He asks if I crave air more than his essence
a ropebridge of spit hanging his cock and my panting mouth.

“What’s the matter,” he asks, looking down
“You need to breathe more than you need my cock?”
I look up at him. I picture my smile, a drunken snarl.
I want your cock. I need to breathe.

He shakes his head, a playful jest
My knees ache, he helps me to my feet
Between my thighs, he stands so tall
I wrap my arms, my hands explore

A tongue that dances, a touch so small
His pleasure, my only encore
fingertips coast over the cool soft skin of his balls
as my tongue paints curlicues over and up and around and down.

He guides me down, a tight squat
My skirt rides high, bare skin on display
A black lace thong, a bare ass so hot
I take him in, my mouth in full array

He mutters something, finger at my nape
A threat, a comfort, as I gasp and choke
Breathe, he snaps, his command so stark
I surrender, lost in the depths of this stroke

I can't breathe, it's too much, unsure
But it's fine, my desire alight
Burning thighs, bouncing, endure
Air becomes secondary, forgotten plight

Lungs filled with him, my throat engorged
He watch, but who needs air, I say
He retreats, denying me, a teasing gorge
And I bubble with joy, unable to convey

Looking up, with a whisper I confess
I lied, his cock I crave without compare
More than air, it's his touch I possess
For with him, I find my every breath, so rare

I need his cock more than I need air.

TiaSlut
TiaSlut
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