I don’t rush with something this precious. No... your foreskin deserves to be adored, touched, tasted — worshipped.
The moment I see it, I get wet. That soft, sensitive skin just begging for attention. I take my time, teasing the tip with slow licks, soft kisses, and dirty whispers that let you know exactly how much I crave it.
I roll it back, then slide it forward again with my lips, over and over — sucking, stroking, and savoring every reaction. You re not just getting a blowjob... you’re being honored.
This is cock worship, elevated. This is foreplay turned into a ritual.
And when I look up at you with your skin in my mouth and that sinful little smile, you’ll know—
you’ve never been worshipped like this before.
