Head Day... Slob the knob .... Repetitive poem

Slob the knob,
Yes, it's not a fancy way to say wet blow job, but he never complains when I'm doing it, he even thinks he's in control when he tells me to worship his cock

Please, other then standing there in front of me with his long beautiful cock pulsating in the air, and giving me the signal to worship it, I'm in complete control,

Yes, I'm the one on her knees,

Yes, I'm the one steering at it inches from my lips, inhaling its scent, that makes me seep between my folds, 

Yes, I don't move, nor talk, my body is at a complete still until he directs me how he wants it, how he needs it this time,

Yes, I obey his wishes,

And yes, it will be "me" slowly taking control of his body, his will,

I will make him moan on command,

I will make him groan when his moans doesn't justify the pleasure my soft lips are doing to his thick prize,

I will make his legs vibrate from shear pleasure pulsation's running up his spine,

And when he hears the slurping, gurgling sounds from the wettest blowjob he has ever had, 

He will come,

But he will not come until my lips delicate touch directs him too

He will not come until I let his cock touch the front of my throat,

He will not come, until his mind thinks my name is the same as the guy that resides in the clouds up above,

He will not come, until he make sloppy love to my face, his hips pumping wild and out of rhythm, while pulling my hair so tight it feels as their roots are pulling out my skull,

He will not come, until I see his chest heave outward for a breath of air that is not there,

He will not come, until he commands me to make him come,

Then I will suck his cock harder, take his cock deep into my mouth heat, and once he stands on his toes, while using my shoulders to balance his reeling body, I will let him come on his command

I will let him ejaculate his sweet white seed inside my mouth,

Mmm mmm,

Good doggie...