There’s nothing he says that I disagree with, so I feel comfortable enough with a few approving grunts and expressions of “that’s right” and “exactly”, until my brain starts to kick in again. xxx But I want that cock! My wild hair has been shaped, thickened, and slightly reddened. I feel warm and calm, for the moment fulfilled. My hands grab his balls and the base of his shaft, and my mouth envelops the bulbous head and flight deck below. Again, sir, you have excellent taste, and you’re a gentleman of discretion and discernment!”
He turns to me, takes my hand, and lifts it to his lips. He doesn’t seem insecure either, and he smiles back at me with a confident look. I unavoidably release a pent-up “umf!” as he slides in, which rapidly turns into another “ahhhhh!”
His stroke is long, smooth, and deliberate, not too
