The portrait of visible residues of our oral interface with penis portrays a graphic principle of more than one of penis' ennobling qualities, and may be more typical of facefuck than of cocksuck -- but as to this distinction, I really ask your counsel.
I refer to penis' beautification of face, which has tellingly commenced in the other oral portrait in this set, but has far from matured.
Even given the natural thirst as well as hunger embedded in suckling penis’ plushmeat for its spew -- to collect and savour, to imbibe and assimilate, so as to treasure bodily and embody consciously its lavish nourishment -- the occasional offering of the face as cock's imperfect but imploring blotter is wholly consistent with projecting that rapture in its bestowal which allows the act of confession to acquire visual proof.
We do marvel, I think, at how the spectacle drains the male face of all unworthiness for the beloved dome, limning it in a loveliness which the face seems partly to emanate, itself, and reconciles us to yield face forthrightly in our turn. Subtly, but typically, this revelation of the male face tends also to encourage penis to return to it, in noble anticipation. (One's own penis cannot conceal its agony to succeed the present one in this face).
Thus, the compassion of penis is far from confined to ass, while the radiant grace of fuck infallibly also favours the face, by other means.
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The portrait of visible residues of our oral interface with penis portrays a graphic principle of more than one of penis' ennobling qualities, and may be more typical of facefuck than of cocksuck -- but as to this distinction, I really ask your counsel.
I refer to penis' beautification of face, which has tellingly commenced in the other oral portrait in this set, but has far from matured.
Even given the natural thirst as well as hunger embedded in suckling penis’ plushmeat for its spew -- to collect and savour, to imbibe and assimilate, so as to treasure bodily and embody consciously its lavish nourishment -- the occasional offering of the face as cock's imperfect but imploring blotter is wholly consistent with projecting that rapture in its bestowal which allows the act of confession to acquire visual proof.
We do marvel, I think, at how the spectacle drains the male face of all unworthiness for the beloved dome, limning it in a loveliness which the face seems partly to emanate, itself, and reconciles us to yield face forthrightly in our turn. Subtly, but typically, this revelation of the male face tends also to encourage penis to return to it, in noble anticipation. (One's own penis cannot conceal its agony to succeed the present one in this face).
Thus, the compassion of penis is far from confined to ass, while the radiant grace of fuck infallibly also favours the face, by other means.
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