Dawn approaches and I stir against my Master's warmth. Automatically, I want to touch and caress Him, to soak up His essence. Desiring to elicit moans from my Master, I slowly slide down His body and gently welcome Him into our world by grasping His c**k in my hand. I begin stroking Him reverently, worshipping His c**k like the sacred object it is. I can think of no greater pleasure than to service my Master's perfect c**k.
Slow, warm strokes slowly arouse my Master. I feel Him gently push my head to the tip of His c**k. I let my mouth linger for a moment, letting my warm breath caress Him as I open my my mouth to take Him into me fully. My Master's c*m tastes amazing. His essence is made for me and me alone. I noticed very quickly in life that the taste of certain men's c*m was horrible
