I fuck the way most guys want to fuck.
You've asked guys to have their ways with you. When you asked me to face-fuck you, your eyes went wide when you realized that I would actually fuck you the way you want.
It was delicious to mount your face and push my cock into your mouth. When I hit resistance, I only groaned and pushed harder. Your breath was closed off and realized that my cock seemed more important than air.
I started slow, pushing in and pulling out, watching strings of spit and pre-cum dribble down your chin and neck.
Every time I let you breathe you desperately gasped for air. Delicious, wet, gasps pulled air into your lungs for the next throat plunge.
I asked you if you wanted my cock, if you were a good cockslut.
When you were able to begin your greedy answer, I would push myself past your lips and back into your fuck hole.
I pushed to the resistance in your throat and I pushed harder past it, only to watch you legs and arms flail a bit as you tried to back yourself away.
I pulled my cock from your throat, slick and glistening, grabbed a fistful of hair, and slapped your face with my free hand. Your eyes went wide, your jaw slack. I witnessed legitimate surprise in your eyes.
I told you that, as a cock whore, you don't choose when to back up. I will be the one to give you air. I am your god when I fuck you.
You said, with the most innocent voice and a wonderful twinkle in your eyes, "Yes, daddy. Fuck my whore mouth, please."