I don't suck man parts. I never kiss a shaft tenderly, feeling every pulse from the veins of masculinity. I never platfully touch mens' beanbags as I don't let me tongue linger near the tip. I don't squeeze a bit of love from a man part, letting it drip its slow crawl down to my firm grasp.
Then I don't slide my silken-moist hand slowly up and down while Not putting the whole head in my mouth and waiting for the explosion of milky-white passion.
I also don't write 17 blogs in one day.