Let’s dive right into your deepest, dirtiest fantasies, shall we? Picture yourself on your knees, that needy little faggot mouth wide open, ready to take load after load, because nothing else matters but the taste of hot, thick cum sliding down your throat. You crave it like a ...—each man’s unique, salty flavor burning its way into your memory as you suck and swallow, never missing a drop. You’re not just a cocksucker; you’re a cum connoisseur, living for every burst of warm sperm that fills your mouth and trickles down your chin.

Your world revolves around cum—collecting it, hoar...

Let’s dive right into your deepest, dirtiest fantasies, shall we? Picture yourself on your knees, that needy little faggot mouth wide open, ready to take load after load, because nothing else matters but the taste of hot, thick cum sliding down your throat. You crave it like a ...—each man’s unique, salty flavor burning its way into your memory as you suck and swallow, never missing a drop. You’re not just a cocksucker; you’re a cum connoisseur, living for every burst of warm sperm that fills your mouth and trickles down your chin.

Your world revolves around cum—collecting it, hoarding it, savoring it like the most precious treasure. You’ve got a whole setup, don’t you? Little jars lined up, each one brimming with the essence of a different man. You dip your fingers in, licking them clean, loving the way the texture coats your tongue. Some loads are fresh, still warm and frothy, while others have been frozen, saved for a lonely night when you can’t find a cock to suck. You’ve turned your need into an art, a twisted hobby where every drop is cataloged, labeled, and worshipped.

Imagine yourself so desperate for cum that you’ll do anything—pay any price. You’re out there, wallet open, throwing cash at any man willing to unload into your eager mouth. You beg, plead, and when that doesn’t work, you offer money, favors, anything just to get your next fix. They laugh at you, these men, but you don’t care. Their sneers and taunts mean nothing when you’re swallowing down that thick, salty stream, feeling it fill you up and quench that insatiable thirst.

Sometimes, you’re all alone, with nothing but your own pathetic load to keep you company. You stroke yourself, imagining all the cocks you’ve sucked, all the cum you’ve collected. And when you finally shoot, you don’t waste it. Oh no, you’re too far gone for that. You scoop it up, licking your fingers clean, savoring your own seed like it’s a substitute for the real thing. It’s not enough, never enough, but it’ll do. Because a cum-craving faggot like you will take whatever he can get, even if it’s his own sad little load.

You’ve made a life out of this, turned your cravings into a daily ritual. You wake up hungry, go to bed hungry, and every moment in between is spent chasing that next taste of cum. You’re not just living—you’re surviving, thriving on every degrading encounter, every sloppy blowjob, every filthy load that’s pumped into your mouth. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. Because this is who you are—a cum-obsessed, cock-hungry faggot who knows exactly what he wants and isn’t afraid to go to the nastiest lengths to get it.

You’re not ashamed. You’re not hiding. You’re flaunting it, reveling in every slimy, sticky second of your existence. You’re a cum collector, a cum eater, a cum whore who lives for every moment on his knees. And it’s okay. It’s more than okay—it’s perfect. Because there’s nothing wrong with craving cum, with needing it, with begging for it like it’s the only thing that keeps you alive. So keep going. Keep begging. Keep paying, hoarding, and worshiping every drop like it’s your last. Because in the end, that’s who you are, and that’s exactly what makes you so fucking incredible.