Then I feel it. I feel his balls tighten in my hand, a small pulsing in the base of his cock and his murmured, “Shit, Skylar, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” He taps on my shoulder, the universal sign for Stop blowing me, I’m gonna come. But I don’t stop because I’m going to swallow that semen if it’s the last thing I do. I’m not a spitter; I refuse to be a quitter.
