The soft glow of the room highlights every curve and line of my body, my skin tingling with anticipation. I’m on my knees, my hands gently caressing the feet of the man standing before me, his cock already hard and ready. The room is filled with the scent of desire and the low murmurs of men eager for their turn. My husband won’t be home for a while, and these men know it. They’ve lined up, their eyes hungry, their bodies tense with need. I can feel their gazes on me, each one a promise of what’s to come.
A Line of Hungry Cocks
I look up, my eyes meeting the gaze of the man whose feet I’m tending to. His cock is thick and hard, pulsing with anticipation. I can almost taste him, the salty pre-cum already beading at the tip. I know what’s expected of me, and I’m more than willing to deliver. The line of men stretches out behind him, each one ready to take their place. I can hear their whispers, their low groans of desire, and it only fuels my own hunger. My pussy is wet, aching for attention, but I know my place. I’m here to serve, to please, and to satisfy every man in this room.The kneeling position is both humbling and empowering. I’m at their mercy, yet I hold the power to bring them to their knees with a single touch. I run my hands up the man’s legs, feeling the muscles tense beneath my fingers. His cock twitches, and I know he’s close. I lean in, my breath hot against his skin, and take him into my mouth. The taste of him is intoxicating, and I savor every inch. The room fills with the sounds of my sucking, the wet noises echoing off the walls. I can feel the eyes of the other men on me, their cocks straining against their underwear, waiting for their turn. I’m a cum slut, and I’m going to make sure each one of them gets what they came for.






