He swallows, but the way he moves into my hand tells me he’s lying when he replies with gritted teeth, “Yes.” I continue stroking him, swiping away the bead of wetness from the tip and lifting my thumb between us, so he can see me lick the precum. His lips part gradually, his eyes heavy as he watches my tongue run up my thumb. I close my eyes to revel in the taste and lower my hand between us again, wrapping it around his thickness.
