BELTS AND BUCKLES

Belt and buckle; button down fly, a beautiful cock; my long wanton sigh. I visualise lust; my mouth open wide, cum being fed; from a cock dreamy slide. These images near; they claim my delight, I am a cocksucker; I own the night. I go out to bars; to pick up horny strangers, I wear pink well; I live for the danger. These men are just objects; packing pure lust, I love giving head; and taking nut busts.