The Art of Cock Worship

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Her tongue swiveled around his hardness. The taste of pre-cum filled her mouth. Her hands twisted around his shaft. She gagged, only enough to amuse him, before taking him deeper inside. Her thick lips consumed his cock. She pulled him out, gently blowing on his tip before continuing. She sighed lightly. There were few things in this world as pleasurable as cock worship.

She loved worshipping any cock really, but this cock was special. It was more than just her lover’s cock. It was God’s cock. At least to her. He fucked her heart so deeply open that she worshipped every inch of his cock like it was God’s greatest gift to this planet. She was the chosen one, selected especially to suck his cock. And how could she do anything except offer her utmost reverence to his most penetrative being?

She felt his erect consciousness unrelentingly penetrate everything – the space, the world, her mouth, her heart. His manhood sat in his manhood. Because the truth was: contrary to popular belief, cock wasn’t some brainless pleasure rod. It was his essence. By sucking sancaktepe escort him off, she was intimately tasting a piece of his consciousness, a piece of his vigorous being. She felt him, she felt Him, through his cock. For her, there was no greater intimacy than taking her lover fully inside of her, feeling his being pulse deeply inside her.

Sucking cock was an ancient art form. And it was time for a full-on blowjob. Her man reclined back deeply into his chair, like he was the king of the world. He faced a full-size mirror. She sat down in with her back turned to the mirror position: on her knees, legs spread apart, eyeing him with a combination of innocence and wildness. He had a first class seat to the show that was about to begin. She slowly unbuckled his belt and peeled down his pants. She eyed the hardening inside his boxers with a glint of wildness, before hurriedly peeling them too off. She caressed his dick with her index finger. She gave him a crazed look, a mixture of raw ümraniye escort carnal hunger and heart-open devotion. She teased her own lips with the tip of his dick. Their mutual hunger for each other grew. Her oral wetness spilled out of her mouth and onto his ever hardening cock.

“Hi Godzilla,” she cooed, speaking directly to his cock. “You are such a brute, you monstrous beast. Everything about you – your size, your texture, your intensity – drives me wild.”

Then, she added, emotionally, “I surrender to you. I give myself to you in service of cock, in service of love.”

And then suddenly, she flashed him a wicked smile before opening her mouth and beginning the oral worship. She alternates motions, swirling her tongue around before bringing the tip to her inner cheek. She plays more with him, rubbing the tip against the ridged roof of her mouth. And then she quickly shifted motions, taking him into depths of her mouth. Her hands surround his shaft and she begins the classic movement: tuzla escort suck and twist.

She shifts her left hand to lightly his balls, continuing the earlier motion with her free hand and mouth. She shoots him another teasing glance before moving her left hand away from his balls onto her body. She drags her hand down her body to her clitoris where she begins self-pleasuring, continuing to service his cock. She begins to moan loudly, the pleasure of his cock and her hand consuming her fully. She eyes him in manic craze, losing herself in the sensations.

He shoots her a look and gives a quick nod. He is ready to cum. She smiles. She gets in position again. White liquid oozes from the tip of his cock, squirting onto her round melon-like breasts. She rubs them all over, taking in the rich nutrients of the semen into her skin.

She looks up at him. He is in awe of the sight in front of him. Her hair is ruffled. Traces of cum remain on her breasts. And a little bit of cum drips out her mouth, as if begging him teasingly for more. He meets her eyes and they engage in long, soulful eye contact.

She looks at him longingly, tears streaming down her face. He is deeply moved. He shifts positions, ravishing her with wet kisses and pushing her into the floor. He pauses. They melt into the ground together, merging into one, surrender to the mysterious yet powerful force that surrounded them: love.

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