All About Oral – Let Me Get On My Knees

It’s Better To Give Than To Receive

I often find my thoughts drifting away until they are all about oral sex. Everyone knows my name, or at least whispers it behind palm shielded hands. “Slut… whore… even the married ones “. Some are in judgment, some are in fascination. I don’t deny it, I enjoy the attention. The electricity of the moment. The spark in a stranger’s eyes. It’s not about love, or control. For me it’s all about oral. That’s what satisfies me most.

Population Porridge – All About Oral

I started with a stranger. He was leaning against a brick wall outside a nightclub downtown. His tie loosened, exhaustion in his shoulders. Stepping into his space, I whispered something filthy in his ear. My perfume now on his collar, sweet and dangerous. We kissed a little bit. Slow, firm and intentional. His hands trembling when they reached my waist. Unsure whether to pull me in or push me away.

He said something about a girlfriend before following me around the building to the back. In the dark, I dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out. Long, thick and dark. My lips stretched to accommodate it’s girthy head. Sucking and gripping and choking on his meat until he finished. All about oral, I enjoyed every last drop of his hot salty solution. Then dashing past him and disappearing into the crowded building as he tried to catch his breath.

The night was young, and since I’m all about oral, I planed to have three or four cocks in my mouth before the night was over.

Enjoy My Labia Sandwich

The married men are my favorite. They have a hunger they would never admit in the light of day. There was that one night. I probably should have been at home with my husband churning butter. But instead, I hit the streets in search of a man that was all about oral.

Tall, impeccably dressed, wearing a wedding ring polished to a mirror shine. He set in a quiet corner of a cocktail lounge. Checking his phone every few minutes. He looked like he was waiting for someone who wasn’t coming. Sliding into the seat across from him, I introduced myself with a smile. He said he was married. I could see right through his vows. He was all about oral. After a deep, possessive, spine tingling kiss, we ended up in a skanky hotel room at 3:00 in the morning. His head between my legs hard at work.

For me it was all about pleasure. All about oral pleasure that is. He licked and sucked my clit and delicate lips. Gently outlining them with his tongue before deeply immersing inside me. My hands in his hair,  pulling him in deeper and closer as he sucked and lapped my juices from within. Eager to reciprocate, I devoured his cock like it was my last meal. Although the sex that followed was intense and fantastic, the tryst was all about oral.

My reputation continues to spread. Some call me reckless. They say I’m wild. Out of control. Others blame me for the impulses of men who should have known better. I don’t care. I like being the warning mothers give to daughters and the fantasy men pretend they never had.

Call Devin 1-888-416-2401