I don’t wipe my face after I serve — I wear it with pride. I get down hungry, spit dripping from my lips as I slide my tongue between his cheeks and worship every inch. I rim him slow, deep, messy — moaning into his hole while my fingers tug his balls. Then I wrap my mouth around them, drooling like a needy slut. My face soaked, tongue greedy, throat working nonstop. This isn’t just foreplay, it’s a ritual