Cock, and why I love it

From the tip of the shaft to the base of the balls I love cock. The feeling of holding a rock hard shaft in my hands is amazing. Playing with a soft one, feeling it grow, and knowing it is because of little ol me is an experience hard to describe. Working the shaft up and down, down and up, and twisting and tugging. All the while coating the monster in spit from my mouth is so erotic. The balls are never to be forgotten. Working them between my fingers, and taking them in my mouth. First one, then the other, and then both. They are like little stress relievers to me. When I am rewarded with cum I appreciate the gift I am given. Never letting it waste. It doesn’t matter if it is in my mouth, on my face, or my tits, I worship it like the nectar of the gods it is. I also love cum on my clothes, like a badge of whoredom that is what I am on the inside, showing to the world. If I could I would play with a cock every day, but alas society has these restrictions on what is acceptable for a lady; therefore, my sexual exploits are mostly in my fantasies… for now….