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Worship My Cock

Worship My Cock

“Worship My Cock”… what does that mean? Is it a suggestion? …a command? …a description of the types of photos to be found in this blog post?

Yes… all of the above, and more.

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No…

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That’s what I tell myself as I get dressed. I’m NOT going to give in again like this. I WILL fight my cravings. NO! I don’t have time now. I need to go, need to get things done. Then I see you standing there, your thick beautiful cock protruding, 8 inches of magnificence, just waiting to be devoured…

 My eyes close as I feel the warmth, the texture my mouth has been craving. No! I tell myself again, I am NOT going to do this now, I think, as your cock parts my lips and fills my mouth.

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I move my head in denial as a rush of saliva fills my mouth, a reflex I’ve developed to bathe your cock and worship it the way it deserves. No – I’m not going to suck your cock now baby, I kid myself, as I push your cock past my mouth, deep down my throat…

Hungry?

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Nope.

Not in a mood to be fucked at the moment. I’m in a mood to feed. Suck. Deep throat like a hungry animal. Salivate on that thick cock. Make it shine. Dig that hard cock in my mouth. As you breath in, ahh—oooh, Oh! I would only get a few words out. ”All I want,” I would begin after popping out that cockhead, “is right here. And the bigger it is,” at this I would give your cock a hard squeeze, “and the farther down my throat,” and at this I would suddenly dive down and swallow your cock, driving it in to the hilt, bobbing my head there up and down the full length a couple of times, then coming back up. “…the better it is!” I would finish, gasping for breath. And this would just be the beginning.

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Worship My Cock In All It's Glory See It Now and Forever!
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Worship My Cock In All It's Glory - No. I tell myself, as I walk towards you. I’m not addicted to you, I think, as I kneel before you. It’s not that I NEED to do this, I whisper, as your cock touches my lips.
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