I moan. I can’t get enough. It turns every bone I have to jelly. Makes me feel valued and wanted. Cherished. He clutches my hair and pumps into me. “Good. I like it too.” I suck and swallow, letting him push to the back of my throat again, and he becomes more erratic with his movements and control. His piercings skitter across my tongue as he invades my mouth. It almost tickles. “Fuck, you’re a fast learner . . . I’m gonna come. I don’t want you to swallow it. Hold it on your tongue. I want you to taste me.” His panting turns into curses, and I lavish every second of watching him fall apart.
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