Hands

Pulling the belt

Yanking down the zipper 

Slowly removing his trousers

I look and see

9 inches of chocolate looking right at me

I know you, I think 

Like the back of my hands 

every vein

Every hair follicle

I slowly begin to massage and I see

Those squinty eyes that once were focused on me rolling to the back of your head

Those lips that were previously sharing secrets with my inner most parts now releasing moans no man would want a woman to hear.

While I'm stroking your manhood, you stroke my ego. 

Those moans

Those faces

I always know when I do a good job.

I lick my lips and slowly insert you into my mouth

All of you 

Down my throat, I gag but I'm a big girl

I can take it

Tongue

Slowly and gently moving in circles along the tip

You always let me know when I do a good job

Hands

doing the same motion they've done from the beginning 

Soon it's too much 

You can't handle the warm, wet feeing of my throat 

You're gonna release. 

I can feel the pulsations 

Once more down the throat

You let loose

All your children running down my throat

Mouth filled with that nothing but slightly salty and kind of sweet taste

The thickness and goopiness coating the inside of my mouth and throat

I look up

Your neck is tense

Eyes squeezed shut

Moans still slowly escaping 

One more kiss of the shaft 

I slowly lick the sac 

And I smile 

I always know when I did a good job.