It's one of my favorite places to be, on my knees with a cock infront of me just waiting to be sucked. When I am licking my lips and running my palms up and down his thighs. Running the tip of my fingers around the base of his cock or brushing against his balls, careful not to give too much too soon. Part of it is about control. I can make him feel good. I can catch his eye, smile, lick my lips and draw his attention to my mouth, making him harder without even touching.

Then there is the variety of cock sucking, it can go so many different ways. I can see how far down his shaft I can dive my mouth, then seal my lips around him and sucking hard. That's when I am hungry for it, greedy, demanding. The teasing, selfish part of me starts at the head, holding him with one hand and guiding that skin across my lips. I open my mouth just enough to hold the head and loosen my grip to stroke my fingertips back and forth along the shaft.

I am directing his attention back to my hand, running my fingertips down, then across, back up along the underside, taking his balls into my palm. When I know he has nothing but my hands on his mind, I remind him that I have a tongue. A quick flick across the end, as my fingers move slowly and then stop. I want to trace his cock, so I swirl my tongue around the head as I pull him down the length, the back of my throat against his head.

I take him deeper, then slide his cock back out to start over again. A little pinch on the ass so he can open his eyes. I like having him watch me. I can start moving fast or slow, sucking hard, soft or pulsating. I can make him come while he is between my lips so his cum runs down my tongue, or so deep it shoots down my throat.