Hypnotic cock slowly swinging... wafting its scent over you. you can practically picture its outline in the air like smoke from a censer. It's glistening. It's coming closer, or you're leaning closer, you don't care, it doesn't matter, all that matters is the scent, and the sway, and the throb... As it throbs and the flesh gets harder, your eyes are drawn to the tip of the expanding glans. It throbs and leaps up a little, starting to point more towards you, and your eyes pull up to follow. The strain of following its bounce and pulse and swing is getting harder and harder to bear. You could close your eyes and just focus on the scent, the heat getting closer, but why rob yourself of that sight? You fight to keep your heavy eyes open, even as the cock gets closer, the heat rises, your eyes cross as its throbbing, rising tip comes within an inch of your nose... And then it goes up, further up - is it just from the cock flexing or are they using their hand to raise their cock above your head? You don't care, it doesn't matter. All that matters is the scent, the sway, and the throb. You sink onto your knees and crane your head back. Your jaw hangs and your mouth is open, wide, and wet. Wet like the warm shiny droplets that drip from that tip and slither down your snout.
Your eyes are rolling reverently, your nostrils flare, famished, your throat relaxes in a low, needful moan... Your eyes cross inward again against the base. Soft flesh pushes into your mouth, the tang and twitch of their sack taking up plenty space in your slack open orifice. You suck. You breathe. You stare. Will you get a chance to taste the cock soon? to feel it push against the soft caress of the back of your throat? To anoint your insides with pure essence, a reward for obedience? How long will it be? One last time. You Don't Care. It Doesn't Matter. All that matters is the scent. The sway. And the throb.
Had a bit of a brainrot last night
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