You love being right next to me — mouth open, heart pounding, waiting for my lips to lead the way.
I smile, I sniff, I moan... and you follow.
Because when I say I love something, you love it too.
When I lick the tip, you kiss the shaft.
When I hold the base and whisper “lick his balls,” you do it — because being my reflection feels so right.
I’m addicted to his approval…
and you’re addicted to mine.
We’re both so lost.
So dumb.
So perfect.
And this cock? It connects us.
Come worship it with me.