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Published: August 21st 2022, 8:04:32 am

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The Blowjob Queen Bareback or no I am told with alarming regularity by my clients that I give the best blowjob they have ever had by far, without a shadow of a doubt, fellative bliss like nothing they had previously thought possible. I don't know why this happens other than to say that I have the passion for sucking cock and getting properly face fucked of the true artist, the virtuoso...every blowjob is new, an improvisational harmonic dabbling with the relationship between hard and soft, wet and wettest, shallow and deep, satiated and hungry, wild and tame, submissive and wanton, passion and ease...each utterly unique pulsating male transmission frequency of lust that I receive with the fine erotic satin and silk of my lips, tongue, tonsils, throat and inner cheek, each throb and involuntary quiver of awe, each paroxysm of pleasure, every moan and whisper of fealty, every filthy pornographic scrap of wide-eyed word-worship that my delicious talents for sucking and licking and lip lingering evince from each and every newly appointed and emergent Man Become Priapus, God of Glorious Virile Phallic Infallibility, as he grasps his rising throne on wings with a trembling, mounting voiceless cry of surprise, his tendons thrumming tight with the titanic tension of his struggle against the dam-bursting flood of release that yearns like the captured and chained Lord of All Lions to leap into the beckoning promise of encouragement that free open air provides...the new half crucified pleasure priest singing in mystical inspired tongues to herald that inbound tsunami of ejaculatory crucifixion so gripping and gutteral that it leaves his regular speaking voice a husky ragged whisper for days after the roaring barbaric exclamation of his orgasmic induction into my Blowjob Believers Hall of Fame...this is but a shallow scraping of fanciful words like dry bark against a ragged and rotten tree compared to that syrupy wave of almost drunken heaven feathered bliss you actually feel twizzled through every tingling sparkling cell o

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