I took my mouth away from his balls, put his pulsating cock back into my throat, and began moaning sweetly while I slobbered all over his dick. He was a tremendous kisser, gentle but forceful, with lots of tongue, but he knew how to use it. He left the head inside of me, and went no further for about a minute. Sure, it wasn’t high-tech, but it was way better than anything out there if you wanted to be interactive with others and feel shit out. Alan noticed it, and wiped it up with his fingers, putting one finger in his mouth, and delivering the other to me. “Oh. Your. “How do you like to be fucked?” he asked, as he was grabbing the lube and a condom, and tossed the popper bottle to me. As we sat there having a drink and smoke, in a sparsely candlelit room, while the sweet soothing sounds of Marvin were playing softly in the background had both a calming and aphrodisiac effect on me. The cum was gushing out with such force that it filled my mouth and throat in a matter of seconds, and I began choking on it, gasping for air.
