I let my bottom jaw drop open and wait like that, on my knees, hands on my thighs, palms flat, until Decker wraps his hand around the back of my neck and guides my head down to his dick. He holds himself firmly as he feeds me his cock. I take it into my mouth gratefully without thinking. I don’t need to. He controls every moment. His. Mine. Nothing happens without his express direction. I don’t blink or swallow. All I do is stay open and lap at his cock every time he lets me come into the slightest contact with it.
