Her tongue swiveled around his hardness. The taste of pre-cum filled her mouth. Her hands twisted around his shaft. She gagged, only enough to amuse him, before taking him deeper inside. Her thick lips consumed his cock. She pulled him out, gently blowing on his tip before continuing. She sighed lightly. There were few things in this world as pleasurable as cock worship.
She loved worshipping any cock really, but this cock was special. It was more than just her lover's cock. It was God's cock. At least to her. He fucked her heart so deeply open that she worshipped every inch of his cock like it was God's greatest gift to this planet. She was the chosen one, selected especially to suck his cock. And how could she do anything except offer her utmost reverence to his most penetrative being?
She felt his erect consciousness unrelentingly penetrate everything - the space, the world, her mouth, her heart. His manhood sat in his manhood. Because the truth was: contrary to popular belief, cock wasn't some brainless pleasure rod. It was his essence. By sucking him off, she was intimately tasting a piece of his consciousness, a piece of his vigorous being. She felt him, she felt Him, through his cock. For her, there was no greater intimacy than taking her lover fully inside of her, feeling his being pulse deeply inside her.