I think to myself, "god i want his cock." he sees the look in my eyes and he leans back and i move on top of him. i sit in his lap and lightly kiss hi... lips. i grind my hips against his lap, as i move his hands across my body. i slowly grind in rythem to the music he had me put in the cd player. i feel his errection pushing against his jeans. i slowly get up off of him and slowly start to dance in front of him. i slide my hands up and down my body exposing a little skin here and there. i start. I look his hotdog over, gently rolling it around. Seems well used--in fact, there's a tiny scar on the head! If this is how he treats his OWN member... He smirks, spits in his hand, and cups my shrunken balls. His strong hand easily palms them and works the warm spittle into the cold balls. Spitting in his other hand, he grabs my manhood by the base, yanking it towards him. Surprised, I take a step forward so he can get a better grip. I suddenly feel weak as his powerful hands engulf. A rush was nothing compared to what I was feeling. Part of me knew that I went overboard but another part was absolutely thrilled, in all honesty I sided with the thrilled side. Overboard or not, I can’t deny the fact that it did indeed feel good. This time, unlike before, I couldn’t wait to see the result of my changes. Now the minutes were passing by like days, I was so impatient that I didn’t sleep a wink that night. I even called off work the next day just so I could see the aftermath of my. ..he sat on the sofa and spread his legs, so I could see his erection and sagging old balls between his legs...Mr: CHu: "now, little brown slut youre gonna lick my balls til I tell you to stop" his cock looked deliciously yummy but I had never imagined licking ass! BUt I was really into it now...so i kneeled on the carpet in front of him... and put my head between his thighs...the pungent smell of his balls and and cock reeked of my juices and his musky scent...i flicked my tongue on his.