I kneel at your feet, my hands on your knees, and slowly spread your legs. Your beautiful cock nestles there above your balls, flaccid and flopped to one side, recumbent. As you reflect on what I'm about to do, it stirs slowly, awakening, extending ever so slightly, the head of it emerging from its thick hood of skin. I contemplate how it looks like a large pink snail sliding out of its shell.
My hands move slowly up over your thighs, the dark hairs rasping against my palms, until my fingers skirt your genitals. Your cock is now semi-erect. It gives a brief twitch and springs up in front of my face as if to greet me.
'Hello there,' I say back, and give it a little kiss - right on the tip.
I grasp the base of your penis with my fingers and apply a little pressure. This makes it swell even more; it hardens and stretches out, the bulbous head gleaming like a piece of polished, coloured marble.
Overwhelmed by a sudden desire to have you in my mouth, I sink my lips down upon it, swallowing it all in one go. My nose nestles into your coarse pubic hairs and I can smell the musky scent of your balls rising from below. I love that smell: the thick, pungent odour of sex. That smell can fill a room. It can permeate your clothes and let everyone know you've been fucking. Right now this smell is filling my nostrils, sending tingles through my nipples and down to my pussy.
You push your hips upwards slightly, and I feel your cock pressing at the back of my throat. Don't worry, I'm too experienced to gag. When I pull you out of my mouth the whole shaft is wet and glistening, completely coated with my clear saliva. I use this to wank you, rubbing up and down the whole length of your beautiful cock.
'Is that nice?' I ask, a naughty smile on my lips.