Smoky Blowjob

They crave having something between their lips—pretty much always. They say that constant fullness gets them off in a low-key, filthy way. First they warm up with fingers, then they slide them in deeper, working their tongue until drool starts running. They get that sudden, smug little thrill when they realize how cocky they look, mouth stretched, breathing through their nose. After that it’s all about the switch-up: next thing they try is bigger, thicker, stretching their jaw until it hurts just right. They don’t rush. They hold the head in, swirl their tongue, bob slow and greedy, taking more each time they sink down. Every so often they let it slip out, trail spit along the shaft, then swallow it back like they’re showing off. Their throat relaxes in stages until they finally sink balls-deep, nose pressed flush, eyes half-lidded. They moan, the sound low and wet, vibration buzzing all the way through, and the whole thing keeps them slick, needy, and completely unrepentant.