my ideal morning routine my face will just gravitate towards that twitching bulge and suddenly his shaft is sliding under my cheekbones, his cock is twitching against my lips, his precum is gracing my tongue drop by drop, and then i'm lost in it - lost in how he tastes, in the feeling of his veins gliding past my cheeks, in the fountain of spit spilling down my chest, in the sound if him losing his mind; and then i hear those words that usher in the wettest of pussies - "you're gonna make me cum" - and then i have just one goal, and i'm going to BEG and PLEAD for it with joy on my face, and i'm going to reward him with a big smile and an even bigger load splashed across it