My turn.

I think it's fair to say that a big reason why the two of us get along so well, is because we both have, share, and indulge in our respective oral fixations. Him with my boobs and breast-milk; and me with food... and his cock.

You might have picked up on it already, but I just love, love, love, love, LOVE sucking his cock. The taste of it. The texture. The smell. The way it feels in my hands, between my lips, along my tongue, pressed up against my cheeks. The looks on his face. The power he gives me over him. The trust he has in me. Rancher's cock is just the absolute perfect one for me to suck. It's long enough that I can get like 80% of it in my mouth before my gag reflex kicks in, and thick enough that I can't quite get my tongue to go all the way around on it. If he could take it, and Life wasn't a thing, I could spend hours and hours just caressing, kissing, licking, nibbling, sucking, and nipping on just the tip alone before doing the exact same to his crown, making my way down his shaft, slowly building him up higher and higher until he's about to pass out from how hard he'll cum.

Then the clean-up would just be me getting him ready for round 2.

He says that he's not a big fan of blowjobs in general, and if I stopped, he wouldn't mind or notice. But he's a real good sport about it, (which he should be, because of what he's done to me!), and lets me do whatever the fuck I want with it. I make sure to do the thing he likes when I do it, so that he's getting something out of it too. I've also trained him that whenever I say to him "I want to suck your cock", that he's got 5 minutes to finish up whatever he's doing and let me have my fun for a bit, and if it's not a good time for him, to say "not now" or "later" (both meaning "before midnight tonight"), because "no" is not an acceptable answer. I cut off his access to my boobs if he forgets, so it's a very rare occasion when he does.

There are also times, very rarely but I do have them, when I fantasize about him trying to nail my head to the wall, where his cock is the nail, and his hips are the hammer. Don't get me wrong, I love that he gets to lay back and relax (he deserves to do that more often too) while I spoil him silly, but once in a while... Just the thought of him manhandling me down to my knees, using my mouth and throat for no other reason than his own sexual pleasure, while he has my hands on his butt, telling me to not let him pull back even an inch, so I'm **** to just take my facefucking, raining drool and pre-cum all over my front, before he finally busts a big fat nut down my throat, filling me up with so much thick and gooey spunk that I don't need to eat for at least the next 12 hours. I've never brought it up with him before but... fuck... that'd be so hot...

(Rancher, in case you're reading this, I want you to know that you 100% have my consent to do this to me. Just give me at least a day's heads up, so that I can get everything sorted out first, so that we don't have anything to worry about, and that I can make sure that I have the right make up on when we do it. Love you! XOXO)

Believe it or not, blowing him was probably the only way I stayed sane during all of my pregnancies. My hormones were all over the place, and if he objected to my weekly blowie evenings where I worked his cock with my mouth for, and he's timed them, an average of 23 minutes, before finally letting him explode all over my face, I don't know what I would do. It's apparently now around 16 minutes because we have kids to be mindful of, but my record (his record actually but same difference really) is 25 minutes and 14 seconds.

Now with this next story, I want to preface that it was my own fault at not following my own rules. I admit it, and have been very good at keeping myself under better control. It was however, the biggest L I've ever taken in my life.