And from the knees and legs and from the edge of the bed and from driving, but especially from pleasure. I spit it out and wet it all and caress it from top to bottom, but with circular movements in my wrist and it's the only thing I worship at that moment and believe in it even when it leaves me breathless and drowning. Definitely looking him in the eye, if you prefer. I don't know, brother, but if his knees don't shake and he doesn't startle, I've been through his life in vain. If I don't look at him from down there and I don't see him frowning, I have no reluctance to go over it, I have no thanks if my tears don't go to my temples with mascara. And I wouldn't do it if I didn't believe in that man, if I didn't think he would pull my hair back to the moment when his pleasure parted from my discomfort. And that's why not with men who pay, because the man who pays doesn't owe you anything, no worries, no concessions. The man pays to fuck all the money. And it wouldn't be just that, that I have endurance, but not every sucker who has lost two combinations of a jeans and a car of figures has the right to do so. I would be too much for anyone. He's full of stupid money. And I can't, because I'm proud. Such a thing is not given for money, not from me, but yes, I am a whore.
I'm the bitch of that fool who deserves to be me and I'm as much as he lets me be. I'm the bitch I keep looking at as shamelessly with all my makeup spread out. It's just his work, isn't it? For him. Why should I shy away, deprive him of the reward? I keep looking at him with the face of the victim and then again the bastard, until he picks me up from there, kisses me and then bends me over the table. I suck and admit it. I admit I do it for myself first. I suck like a whore and swallow without nausea, if he wants to. It suits me. If it could be 3 meals a day, it would be perfect for me. I have no problem walking with my knees down on the street next to him but tired.
Yes, me, I suck it! And I like it. I like to dominate, as women do, letting themselves be dominated. I don't know, you wrong sheep, but in my mind sex without oral is like alms without a cage, like shaworm without meat or more recently without seafood. It's like having a fat bank account in your name, but you don't have access to it and you sit like a beggar on the curb and spit seeds. It's like winning a 7 * trip but they only pay you for transport and accommodation and there you sit with your teeth on the fence and you better not go, you go back to the hole in the mattress or the woman sitting quietly on her back and with a zipper on the mouth that does not pass the customs of the air otherwise.
I've never heard a man say in my life, "Yeah, my bitch, she sucks me up on the walls, fuck my dead whore, I don't want to see her again." I didn't hear. And I don't know since sucker sucking became a slander, when it should be a must. Shouldn't every woman suck it? The better, preferably.
Suck with confidence, smiles! Both literally and figuratively. Suck like whores we are, because anyway, we are the whores we want to be, and it suits them and everyone is happy.
autor: andrafarazahar
