The salty taste of delicious precum hit my tongue mere moments after I began sucking. The bitter taste of alcohol was long behind me in the dick craze I was feeling. He didn’t need to ask me to go hard, I couldn’t have been gentle with his cock if I wanted to. My cheeks closed in around him, my tongue performed slippery gymnastics for another taste, and that was before my head started bobbing for the rich cream I so desired. My moans filtered out into the room and he seemed happier for them. He stroked my head, rocked into my cheeks and let me control the pace – something I would beg for if he tried otherwise. I needed it now, and I took it. My face bobbed faster and faster, my eyes shining with desire only he could fulfill. This became a two person show the moment I had my lips wrapped around him, and when he came? When he filled my mouth with thick jizz and gifted me a milkshake tastier than most actual milkshakes? I held my mouth open, and let him see me swallow it with a flush on my cheeks and a flutter in my chest.
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