Please, Cum on My Tits
If you’re not going to cum in me…
I think I’ve had a bit of an obsession with spunk recently, based on the number of times I’ve written about it lately and how much and often it’s on my mind.
I’ve written about where I love it best, which is sliding over my tongue and down my throat, and I’ve written about where I love it second best, which is buried deep inside of me, but I haven’t written much about where else I love it — which is right in front of my face.
Or on my face. Or on my tits.
Or anywhere close enough for me to see it coming out of your dick and landing on me, and we’ll have to be pretty close, because I can’t see shit without my glasses on.
I’m a sucker for seeing spunk shoot out of your dick.
Maybe it’s because I’m so fascinated by it, by the way you jerk your cock back and forth, whether it’s in me or in your hand, and this magical elixir escapes you at the moment of the height of your passion.
I jill off and am left panting, but you have something to show for your pleasure.
And I have proof that I’ve pleasured you, and I appreciate that in all circumstances.
But, I want to see it coming out of your cock.
I want to see the tip of your cock just get subtly redder before the first strings of your cum shoot out in a burst, filling me with excitement.
I want to see it in shoots and spurts and dribbles and drops.
My God, I want to see the last little bit of it hanging off the tip of your dick, and I want to lick it off…
There’s this thing my lover and I tend to get to doing when we’re together in bed making out.
When I’m kissing him, when I’m laying there naked with him, it’s mostly impossible for me to keep my hand from reaching down to his dick and taking it into my hand, stroking it until it grows hard, then harder.
All I have to do is open my legs and his hand is there between them, fingering my pussy while I tug on his cock, when we kiss so hard and for so long we’re just breathing each other’s air.
Last time, he warned me but not quite soon enough, and came hot and sweet onto my stomach and the curve of my side under blankets.
But if I’d thought fast, if I hadn’t been so wrapped up in my own sensations of pleasure, I would have told him:
“Please, cum on my tits.”
Cum on me where I can see it.
Where I can see it coming out of you, where I can see close up what I’ve done to you, that’s where I want it.
Cum on my tits, cum on my lips, cum close enough, then closer.
Every cum shot is different and I appreciate them all.
The violent, ropey explosions of buckets of jizz, the quick, short bursts with each stroke of your hand, the final dribbles and drops when you’re spent.
As much as I love your cock inside of me, as much as I love you filling me up with your hot, delicious cum, sometimes I want a more visual experience.
Because if you’re not going to cum in me, you’d better cum on me, and if you cum on me…I want to see it closely.
Close enough to taste. 😉
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