It's about three am, I'm suddenly awaken by that urge. You know the one. The one that wakes you up, your pussy being tight, wet, hungry? Needing and searching for something to "scratch that itch" so to speak? Yes, the pussy is hungry, she's always hungry, but this urge is different. I'm having a craving. An oral craving for something thick and chocolate to wrap my lips around. And I do believe that you can provide that "something" that I'm craving.
Ummmm, you are laying there next to me, sleeping soundly. I watch you, watch you sleep, fascinated by the sounds you make as you inhale and exhale. Stimulated by the rise and fall of your chest I slowly remove the sheet from the lower half of your body. Damn baby! Something about your body, your smell, just the sight of you that makes my mouth water. I'm going to enjoy you.
Especially your dick. If there was ever an obsession for a dick, I have it. And you have me addicted (excuse the pun) to yours. I lay myself gently across your lap. I don't want you to wake up, not quite yet. I want to enjoy this, savor this. I intend to take my time and you are not going to disturb me from doing this.
There is something that makes my mouth water about holding a soft dick in my hand. I gently pick it up, look at it. Ummmmmm, an object that can be so soft like a sponge one minute, yet, under the right circumstances, get long, hard, thick. Feeling like a rod of iron. Nothing else in the human body is quite like a dick! Is that your dick seeking my attention? Then I shall attend to it as only I can do.