The move sends a surge of adrenaline through me, and before I know it, my dick’s getting kind of hard. That’s wild, but now I’m curious when the shit-kissing part is gonna start, so I grab the back of his head, keeping him close as our tongues meet. There’s something very intuitive about his movements, how his tongue teases mine, which shocks the hell out of me, considering I’ve seen this guy trying to dance. Where the hell is this coming from? And what was that bullshit about being terrible at this?
