Clint dragged his flattened tongue from my testicles to the top of my cleft. “Mmmm,” I moaned, eyes spinning. “I can’t…” I trailed off, my words breaking down in my throat. He was attentive and careful to get everything, and he lapped at me long after, ignoring my protests and holding me in place. The ritual of Clint cleaning up his mess ended with me shaking on hands and knees, my chubby cock hanging, racked by the aftershocks of another orgasm.
