As if he can read my mind, he mutters, “Are you hard?” I pull my mouth from his shaft, keeping up the movement of my hand as I reply, “Hard as a rock.” “Stroke yourself,” he commands. Putting my mouth back around his dick, I flick open the button on my pants and ease my own rigid length out. My hand is moving rapidly, stroking myself as I suck his cock, flicking my tongue under the head as I go. “I’m going to hell for this,” he whispers, running his hand over the short, buzzed hair on my head. “But God, it’s worth it.” If I could smile, I would. “Can I come in your mouth? Will you swallow it
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