The Deepthroat

Slowly, inch by inch, it approaches my lips,
The throbbing anticipation, the taste on my tongue, it grips.
I open wide, ready for the challenge that awaits,
To take him deep, to savor his essence, there are no moments to hesitate.

Down my throat, it plunges with force and might,
Thrusting and sliding, igniting a fiery delight.
Gagging and choking, I surrender to the thrill,
As he dominates me, my desires he does fulfill.

His hands on my head, guiding my every move,
I succumb to his power, feeling my senses improve.
Deeper and deeper, he pushes, hitting the back of my throat,
A symphony of pleasure, as our bodies entwine and float.

With each thrust, my lips tighten around his shaft,
Sucking him fiercely, my mouth a passionate craft.
The taste of him, the scent that fills the air,
All-consuming, as we reach a state of pure affair.

He pulls my hair, controlling the pace and rhythm,
As I surrender my body, my soul, and every system.
Gagged and face fucked, I'm lost in the sensation,
My body a vessel for his erotic domination.

And as his climax nears, I intensify my efforts,
Sucking him with fervor, my hunger unmeasured.
With a final thrust, ecstasy takes its hold,
I swallow him down, a pleasure that never gets old.