Om meg: Grow-er, not a show-er. I love it best when you lay your head on my inner thigh, and part your lips as close to my small, unimportant penis, as possible without actually having it in your mouth. I will be handling the insertions and other discissions about movement. I will move it up to your lips, parting them slightly with the tip then put it in your mouth. Your place now is a passive one of availability and capacity. Don't suck, lick, blow or whatever. Just lay there and breathe softly around my little Cock. Such an insignificant matter need not elicit any necessary action on your part. The part I really, really like is when your silent resignation to the obvious inadequacy of your new, and hopefully temporary, love interest is replaced first by a mild confusion quickly replaced with a curious sense of excitement, as my flesh begins to grow in your mouth, while I assert that your roll is only to remain completely still. And yet I can clearly see upon your face that you have once again to consider then it changes my now still growing Cock, as it passes your gag reflex and moves further down your throat, Balls Deep and now fully erect. Now, without either of us ever having moved, the I am in a straight line past your lips and tongue and down your throat as the saliva starts to bubble up past your lips and onto my balls.