His moans and whimpers spur me on, letting me know what he likes as I learn the taste and feel of him in my mouth.
I close my eyes, simply letting myself be guided by the sounds he makes, the movements of his hips that he can't keep still, the flexing of fingers in my hair.
The warm, silky softness of his skin as my tongue stutters over it – the feeling of him hardening further as I take him deep in my throat. The bitter-salt essence when he finally lets go.
Give and take; it's a symmetry I welcome – relish.
Friday, March 4, 2011
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Damn Jasper...now I know why you are a candyman, because you sure know how to lick a lolli ;)
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