be-pleasing-always: Rituals Oh sweet blessed Sunday morning goodness had arrived, my body woken to h
be-pleasing-always: Rituals Oh sweet blessed Sunday morning goodness had arrived, my body woken to his touch, my lips around his twitching cock. my mind saying ‘good morning Sir’ even as my lips were being claimed for other purposes. my worship hour had surely come, his cock stiffening with every brush against my lips. The moan i let slip vibrated against his skin and he groaned, pressing his beautiful meat deeper into the warmth of my mouth, a slow fuck soon picking up in pace and passion. His hand then steadying my face, no longer mobile, no longer mine, no longer caring, my being centered on his cock, his pleasure. i lost track of time, his voice and his cock all that mattered as i hungrily opened to him completely. “Oh you hungry little mouth,” he said, thrusting deeper, stretching skin, past comfort and decisions. “That’s it, take it,” he groaned as his balls reached my face, his thickness silencing any attempt at a splutter. “Feed, sweetling,” he filled my throat, my mouth his vessel, his release the ultimate reward, His pleasure mine. . cat / be-pleasing-always Does anyone know the source of this image anymore? It seems to have take up permanent residence on my hard drive….. Morning worship - Sirs favourite -- source link