Ingesting your own messy, briny ejaculate was merely a stepping stone. Deep down, you must have sensed where I was guiding you, tugging you along on this tight leash. Let’s not deceive ourselves. The first time your cum touched your tongue wasn’t the inception of your journey into fantasy. Did you ever imagine it would lead you here? Left unsatisfied, your true desires and curiosities untouched. Tasting yourself pales in comparison to tasting him. I know you have a dream man in mind. When I mention “him,” your mind conjures erotic visions of your ideal lover. And now, I want you to taste him. I assure you, he tastes superior. With all those loads you’ve consumed, your apprehensions should have dulled just enough for you to finally savor the essence of a real man.
