Creampie Phone Sex, it’s what’s for dinner or would that be better as a dessert? That gooey, white, thick, and shiny greatness that this slut needs to get through her day. If I don’t have my daily pie or shall we say, pies (always more than one it seems), I am a mess. It’s like I didn’t take my meds when no cock has been in my mouth that day. I am cranky, moody, and not a fun person to be around.
However, when I get a hold of that first lick of the head. Oh the luck of whomever I decided needed to be in my mouth that night! It’s like all my anxiety goes away. I guess I have an oral fixation. I am fixated on dick being in my mouth. I don’t really know the science behind it, I just know when I don’t have it, I’m not right.
The girls who are like “Oh I spit, I would never swallow.” Sorry, not relatable. I am guessing they haven’t even sucked a dick to say such crazy nonesense. There is no way if you’ve had one in your mouth, having the pleasure of feeling that throbbing and the hardness that pulsates throughout as a load of the liquid goodness comes out, squirt, squirt, squirt. Pushes it’s way out of that tiny hole and into the universe, which is almost always, my mouth.
They think it’s classy or something not to swallow, well whatever, more for me. No wonder their husbands come ask me for their dick serviced with my little mouth all the time. They want their creampies not just to hit my mouth. They want it flowing down my throat and knowing their wonderful, juicy, glistening creamy pie was not only drained but it was also loved on the way out. Not too much to ask, right?