Precome is sexy as fuck.  I like tasting it.  I like using it as lube.  It’s fun.

I like the idea that a guy is so turned on that his cock can’t help but anticipate coming.  With me.

I’ve been with guys whose cocks have dripped uncontrollably, which I find very sexy.  The Ex’s cock I called Wa-Leaky, which, if y’all knew his first name, would make sense.  Yes, I do name the cocks with which I am intimate.

That’s intimate, not just fucking.  There’s more to intimacy than fucking, though I probably said to a few guys I fucked that I liked their precome.  That’s one of those things that happens when fucking, the talking about what one likes.  I do a lot of talking.  That’s one of my things.  Which is not to say I do it because I think I’m supposed to or because I think that’s what people like.  I talk because I have to talk.

I talk during fucking.  I talk during prefucking.  I talk.  Isn’t that pretty fucking obvious?  I talk, and a lot.

That bit of precome just makes me want to do a quick tongue flick and then a serious suck.  A hard cock should be sucked, right?  A hard cock should push past my palate and go down my throat, right?

I swear.  True story.

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