Sitting here looking at the pictures, I can't help but feel an excitement build deep within me. Your photos call to me, beckon me to come and stand in front of you, watching and waiting for your reactions. I see you grow harder with my presence and I am pleased with the response. Your cock is so rigid and stiff, standing at attention; waiting for my touch; waiting for my lips. I look into your eyes and see the desire you have for me. Your eyes widen as you recognize the desire and the need in me for you. With one look, I silently ask. With a smile, you answer.
And I kneel between your spread legs, running my hands up your calves, over your knees and along your thighs. Moving upward then out over your hips and back in to caress your tummy. Smiling I take your hard cock in both hands, tug at it gently before slipping one hand down the shaft to your balls and the other wrapping over the tip. Your balls nestle into the palm of my hand and I roll and caress them. I hear your low moan and squeeze gently. My other hand slips over the top and starts down the shaft to meet at your base. Holding you I gaze at your hard cock, swollen and red. The veins making ridges along the shaft; ridges that I know will rub the walls of my pussy. Ridges that my tongue will travel up and down, as it laps its way from tip to base.
I watch as your cock begins to leak small drips of pre-cum like morning dew on a flower, glistening, shining and wet. I can no longer contain myself and I let my tongue flick out; tentatively touching. That drop growing with your excitement as my tongue touches it and I savor your essence. That one taste triggers my need and my tongue begins it frantic dance over your tip, around and under you, I lick. Lapping you, wetting you, my tongue slides down the hard shaft to the base, around and up the hard vein under you; stopping at that oh so sensitive spot just under your tip. My lips nibbling and sucking the tender skin and vein into my mouth, pulling your moans from your throat, louder.