Dear Diary,
I can't believe it's already the next year and summer is about to approach us soon. Unfornately its still the winter season so I'm going to enjoy this before I get mad for being hot. Today I'm not doing anything and I figure I picked up where I left off... a couple months back. Listen, my bad... lmao life happens girl. Well, he came over again, yes the next day. Right in the middle of me talking to you. The dick he delivered that day before, I had hope for successful delivery that day too.
As usual, we made small talk and he started to make his way into the shower. As he's undressing, I could tell he was hard. Stiff and sticking out in my direction. I couldn't help but smile at it because I wanted a taste. He was in a bit of a rush but I needed to know if he had time to squeeze me in. He looked at me and looked down and replied, "I can squeeze you in." My mind was telling me to hold in my laugh because he is trying to be all cute. Either way, I was going to get a taste.
He slowly makes his way towards me as I lay flat on my bed. Hanging over it, my mouth is wide open, tongue out for his dick to enter home. Finally standing in front of me, I feel him sliding right in. His moans, groans, and curses were doing numbers to my body as I'm sucking this man off. I take my hands and grab hold of him as I take back and admired his dick. He looks down and I look up at him, as I spit at it and start to slowly throw him down my throat.
Listen, I love giving head and when I tell you this man is the one. Baby. He is getting all this work, neck, mouth, tongue, whatever. His reactions and responses send a shock through me as if he's fucking my soul. I'm moaning to his taste and I want him to hold my face. Now listen, he knows I want him to take control but he always thinks twice and never does what I know he wants to do. I'm about to rock his world.
Slowly working his dick down my throat, I grab his hands and placed them on my face. Letting go, he works his hips towards me and my eyes are rolling, you hear me?! I'm telling you, slow is better because you feeling every inch, every second. He's making these facial expressions of enjoyment as he watches his dick disappear into my mouth and out. My body is at ease and is enjoying this sexual sensation. He picks up the pace and I'm starting to moan more.
Believe me when I tell you this. That man knew that it was my dick. When you get a man to tell you that "it's your dick, suck yo' dick," honey, that shit is yours. Excuse the cursing but its that deep. I was sending this man to another world and he was enjoying every bit of it. He lets go of my face as he allows me to meet me at the finish line. Working from the tip and down, I can feel him growing bigger. My baby was about to cum and I wanted every drop of it down my throat.
His groans started to become grunts, as his stomach is bumping air for him to remember to breathe. He grabs my head with both his hands and forced me down his dick. Oh yes, I gagged a bit but I wasn't going to pull away until he finished. Now it didn't stop there but I won't get into that. Maybe another day but I wrote enough to really got me going and I need to take care of me real quick. So until next time.
Love,
Me
