The way my red lips tremble with excitement when I see his cock hardening just for us... that primal need to taste him, to feel his thick length slide between our wet lips until he's dripping down our chins. We live for those moments when he rewards our devotion with his cum, watching it spurt across our waiting mouths as we make those desperate, hungry noises he loves. Every drop is a blessing, every thrust a prayer answered. We exist to worship at his altar of flesh.