I prefer to receive, but I wouldn't mind switching things up every so often, if you wanted to.
I had a lover tell me it was deviant behavior and make me explain the appeal to him in detail. That didn't last. I don't want to do anything with you that you don't want to do. But what reservations are those?
Naturally. I could sit on the edge, so you can fuck my mouth. Or with my ass in the air, so you can see everything. Any way you like it.
Oh, Tim. I would make love to your most intimate of parts with my mouth. I would have you sopping wet and writhing. You could pull yourself off while I bury my tongue in your perfect arse. Only you must say my name when you spend.
And you'd fuck me into my mess after? I'd be so sensitive I couldn't help but cry out. I hope you're ready for your neighbors to know you've got a sweetheart.
[He's just going to struggle with the obscenity of that for a minute, then snap a photo really quick before he can change his mind - his softening cock, his belly, dark hair coated liberally with come - and sends it.]
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