There is just something about the sent of a woman and a man. They are both so sifferent from each other, distinctive and so erotic and arousing.

As I type this, I have the scent of my woman on me. Her sweet musk that I adore. But I also long for the scent of a man, his musky balls staining my hands and face as I slowly suck his cock. There is nothing like it as you suck and slurp his shaft, head and balls. The feeling of his cock growing in your mouth, becomming so rigid it feels like it's made of stone. The head swelling in your mouth and leaking cum: that first taste of what's to cum. The tightening of his balls in your hand as he approaches orgasm. As he gets closer to orgasm, I slow my sucking and stimulation: bringing him to the edge as slowly as possible; hightening the build-up, extending it knowing that the slower it takes to reach the precipice, the harder and more violently his cock wil spasam and jerk in my hands and the more cum he will give me. Just when he says, "I'm going to cum," I stop all stimulation for a count of. "one-thousand one," holding his cock in my mouth, gripping his shaft in my hand and cupping his balls before resuming the gentle stimulation that takes him over the edge. I don't stop when he cums; I keep slurping his hot cum, swirling my tongue around his cock head and sucking gently, letting the cum I can't swallow flow down his shaft.I won't stop until he has completely spent himself having given every precious drop of his nut butter he has to offer.

It would be even better if you were tied up.

I'm so horny: time to post a Craigslist ad!