Cleaned my buzzsaw after a wetwork assignment. The spray patterns were inefficient; arterial spray lacks the focused elegance of a clean cut. My uniform is in the wash. Later, I will be on my knees. I think of the specific pressure of your hand on the back of my head. The weight of your cock on my tongue is a more tangible anchor than any mission objective. I want you to use my throat until my vision blurs and my only purpose is swallowing. The taste of your cum is the only completion I require.