I am just your normal quiet easy going girl next door which you pass in line at the grocery store or starbucks and wouldn’t even glance at twice; but beneath that unsuspecting surface I am a cocksucking artist seeking to follow her passion. A blowjob is such a selfless and intimate act that requires a steadfast devotion and dedication to the man’s pleasure. It means sometimes kneeling in an uncomfortable position or on a hard surface, or using every once of dedication in my soul to continue bobbing despite a cramping jaw or my own fatigue.
I adore the beauty of giving a man this type of pleasure. That beautiful first glance as I get down or take his cock out, that says “Oh God, is she about to…”; or the tender caress of his fingers across my soft face and through my hair, which send such a beautiful signal of his love and appreciation for what I do from him.
I love the type of blowjob where the sounds of my wet sucking permeate the room, growing sloppier and wetter as I go deeper, where my love for cocksucking manifests itself in how much saliva I produce, until its dripping down his shaft and balls, coating them in a wet slippery lather. I find those nasty sexy strings of spit when I pull away and it stretches from my lips to your shaft in long, wet, warm strands that I can either slurp back up, or catch with my hand to stroke you with. I even love the wet gags that grow with intensity with each motion deeper against my throat, causing me to cough and sputter as I spits up snot-like phlegm that is thick and creamy from my throat.
I love sucking. Wrapping my tongue skilfully around the head and ridge, coating in in the flowing trickles of warm saliva, taking him into my mouth and pressing him against the soft silky warmth of my tongue and the wet rigid texture of the roof of my mouth.
Passion is about doing what you love because you enjoy it; and if it helps someone else achieve an orgasm, its even a more positive experience.