as I bow and bob

sucking and popping

your breaths grow shorter

that sound you make louder

momentum at a deep throat pace

faster and deeper

with longing moans

my throat vibrating

humming and swallowing

you down whole

again and again and again

until you cum all over

my neck and my face

addiction is my hopeless curse

when you cum it’s pure pleasure

for that sound you make

it’s a reward

for the food I chose