Kneeling at your feet. Hungry, ravenous really, for the taste of your cock. For the feel of it on my face. Craving your use. As much as I want this to be about you having the perfect little cocksucker, the perfect blow job you have in your mind, I am feral enough and greedy enough to get off on it at the end. But not until I’ve got your cum all over my tongue. Or….wherever you choose to let me have it.