There’s nothing like a messy wet blowjob.
No, seriously, think about it; what man would turn down a messy wet blowjob? (Super sensitive cocks are an understandable exception!)
Blow jobs are the best way to control a man. Seriously, there’s no better rush than looking up at him with his most vulnerable part of himself in your mouth, knowing you have the ability to give him ultimate pain or pleasure.
For example, it just takes a little lick, a swirl of the tongue counterclockwise over his head. Suddenly, his muscles tense and relax, while a little moan escapes his throat. Nothing feels better. And for him, with all that blood going to his cock… well, that’s where his attention is. More than anything, he’s focused on the messy wet blowjob. Especially if he focuses on who is giving it to him.
That’s where my power lies. My man focuses on who gives him pleasure and craves more pleasure. And it doesn’t matter when it is, either. If my man wants pleasure, he seeks it from me, whether it be sleepy goodnight kisses or morning wakeup sex. So I become a goddess to him, someone who keeps him feeling good and loved.
In that moment, he is vulnerable, all of him exposed to me. And I reward him for his vulnerability. Through my lashes, I look up at him, assure him that all I have is pleasure to give, and he succumbs to me.
In summary, my messy wet blowjob skills are the most powerful ones I have.
Watching what I do to him is no small thing, either.
For example, during the messy wet blowjob, I swallow him down another inch, letting him hit the back of my throat. This puts me halfway down his cock, but allows my tongue to press deeper onto his shaft. I love the way his face heats up. His chest is red, his breathing shallow, and every inch of him is straining to control himself. I give him a wink, and almost immediately I can feel the shudder of relief through his body.
He pushes into me then, but only because I allow it. After a moment, he gives up trying to fuck my throat and push his cock deeper. I pull away and give him a punishing look. In response, he whines, wordlessly begging me to keep his pleasure going. But in his eagerness, he forgot who was in charge of this messy wet blowjob, so I leave him like this a moment longer.
Instead, I cup his balls, giving them a tug. But my, they are tight and swollen. As I look up at my partner, I see just how much he needs my tongue on him. How he needs to feel slick wetness and heat, whether it be my mouth, my breath, or my tongue. And how pathetic and vulnerable he looks right now, begging me to finish him.
Oh, how could I deny such a sight?
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