I have been looking for you
In different places
That guy with the tiny dick
That one that is almost invisible,
Retracted, hidden in a forest of curly hair
Sometimes is just a floppy foreskin
Others a minuscule glands barely showing
But this is the one I am searching today
So small, that retracts even harder when I lick it
That I have to suck to feel it between my lips
With my nose buried in your belly,
While my tongue plays with your peehole.
Your hands caressing my hair
You are not used ro this kind of attention,
Slowly, your cock wakes up
Still a tiny thing, no longer nor wider that my thumb
But it gets harder, stiffer, it beats in my mouth
I hear you moaning,
I only need to play with my lips and tongue,
It barely grows deeper inside.
I love the smell and taste of your precum
And how your hips move, with the fantasy of fucking
I suck harder, one hand in your hairy balls, the other jerking myself
You look me in the eyes, breathing hard
Then, a sudden jerk, a lauder moaning
And your warn thick cum fills my mouth
The volume is incredible
It looks impossible that your little dick can ejaculate that much
I taste, swallow and lick my lips, jerking harder
My cum in the sheets
It looks like a waste, but it is not
Today this encounter was about you
And your glorious, beautiful sweet tiny cock.

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