Hardness Testing

Asa’s your personal milking machine.

All for you to use.

Twist and pump,
Gag and choke,
Pump and dump.

Your milking whore.

A mouth that can rap,
But all it’s good for now is wrap,
Wrapped around your fat cock.

Lips? Which lips?

The one up there?
Or the one down there?
Perhaps both.

Sliding up and down, taking you like it’s nothing. Bubbling her saliva all around, nails digging into your thighs as you jam into her face.

God, she feels so fucking good.

They say the Mohs Hardness Scale is used to test for the hardness of a rock, where they scratch items against each other to see which leaves a visible mark.

And so, she does it to you.

Your swollen tip drags along her cheeks,
A scratch of pre-cum across her soft meat.

Your sturdy length slaps on her lips,
Smacks of mouth slop spurts out from her mouth within.

And finally, your toughened shaft breach past her throat sleeve,
tenderising her walls with glugs exploding like a treat.

Evaluation — you’re hard.

Harder than hard.

But isn’t that the point?

She’s so desperate for your meaty stick, as it is all hers to play with.

Smacking it on her lips.
Rubbing it right across them.
Feeling the underside of the cockhead slide across those luscious lips.

Leaking all over her lips, smearing it all around until they dribble even into her nostrils.

She takes a big, deep whiff.

Oh gosh, your manly, yet desperate essence,
For all it gives her is a fucking addiction.
She needs to have a bottle of your pre-cum to spray it all over herself,
For her to get off when you’re not around.

You’re unbelievably horny for fuck’s sake,
and for your own sake, you need to fuck her for her own sake.
For both your sakes.

Think about it.

She’s laying on her bed. Sitting in the bathroom. At her practice room.

All alone.

Spraying your manly smell all around.

She closes her eyes, thinking about your cock right in front of her.

Fingers stuck in.
Rubbing her clit.
Mouth parted in pleasure.

But that’s not what her mouth parts for.

It’s to take you in.

Fuck her cheeks.
Slap her tongue.
Split her throat.

And you know what’s the best one?

It’s when she squats down.

Thighs spread wide.

Fingering herself while you plunge into her deep, hot, tight throat.

Oh, how you wish you can see the mess she’s making.

Dripping all over her fingers.
Getting off at how you’re wrecking her throat.
Lips spreading slimy slop over you.
Pussy lips slobbering all over the floor.
Because she’s just a slut for your cock.

Isn’t she?

And what do sluts get?

Sluts get big loads of lovely cum.

You want her to jerk you off until you cum all over her nose, her lips, her needy clit.

Gosh, you sure as hell do.

Then?

Then just look at her as she strokes.
Nails so fucking attractive, wrapped around your cock.
Twisting on the upstroke, going down hard on the downstroke.

Fuck.

Her mouth just stays open above your tip, saliva constantly flowing down in a stream.
Lathering you in an endless amount of lube.
Your entire crotch is soaked, slimy with her mouth juices.

Look at her.

Every part is so fucking delectable.

Skin milky white.
But only if you could make it whiter.