Fulfilled

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So beautiful, my first cock,
Standing proud, veins bulging,
My fingertips sliding,
Slowly up and down,
I lick my lips, moving closer,
Flushed with desire,
Tongue darts out,
Flicking lightly against the tip,
His hand in my hair,
Guiding me,
Mouth opening, body trembling,
Momentary indecision,
But not turning back,
Wanting this so badly,
He fills my eager mouth,
My tongue swirls,
Tasting his hot flesh,
Lips tightening as they move,
The sensation incredible,
I hear his soft moans,
Music to my ears,
My head bobs,
His hips rise,
Fingertips grip my hair,
I feel him pulae,
And taste the sweet nectar,
My fantasy fulfilled….

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ShortyMacShortyMacalmost 2 years ago

Awesome Poem. Reminds me of the first time I gave a man a blowjob. It was 50+ years ago in an adult bookstore in the peeps. He was average size and lasted about 10 minutes. Still I was shaking from the excitement of what I had done at 18 years old. Thanks for bring back a good memory.

The only thing that distracted me was one word misspelled 3rd line from the end you misspelled pulse. Not a big deal otherwise was perfect. 10 stars…

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AnonymousAnonymousover 4 years ago
Fantastic!

Fantastic fantasy.

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