I kissed it again. Then, again. And again. And again. With each contact, I the pressure from my lips was increased and broader. His manhood twitch...d.After a fifth kiss, I ran my trembling tongue along the upper, dorsal surface of his semi-slumped shaft until my nose bumped with his solid lower abs and spiky pubes. There, at his small bushy crown, I kept kissing more. I could feel his engorging cock hardening under my chin. I could hear him having long gulps of his beer and a long. We showered and had a few glasses of champagne and once I was relaxed the second round began but this time I wouldn't call it making love. I would say we rutted like wild animals. I had never given a blow job but it seemed to come natural to me once he placed his cock against my lips and asked me to make love to it. I kissed it and licked it as his cock slid in and out of my throat. He taught me how to ride him and to let him know what I wanted and how I felt. "I thought you were supposed. ”“Things were going good. You were drunk, Natalie was sucking your, your know, and you was into it. While she was sucking you, I undressed and laid on the floor. However, what we didn't plan was how turned on you would really get.”“You were so turned on that you were ramming your cock down her throat while calling her a slut. You picked her up and bent her over the couch and started having sex with her. You were so rough, but she was loving every minute of it.”“I hoped that once you came, that. And if I tease him with my tight boys ass,I was sure there was no way out of itAnd I was absolutely sure and aware that if he would do this, I would give him all the way to him and he desires, let him do his little Me, Scandinavian Choirboy, Boy-Pussy for a little cum cock hungry fuck doll, and let all my openings be filled with his delicious juices, he's hot sticky hot greasy sperm. After all, I knew well with myself that I wanted it to happen and that it would happenI put on my shoes and left.