“Oh.. The graceful tongue was as strong and flexible as it’s wielder, focusing on the tip, tickling the contours. You see, she felt his head was in the clouds rather than paying attention to his surroundings that fateful night. in.. Wait.. She was a classmate, teased and harassed but you stood up to the bullies for her. “Lips, the teeth, the tip of the tongue.” she repeated a few times while she got to her knees and looked to you. You see, she felt his head was in the clouds rather than paying attention to his surroundings that fateful night. Her eyes stay on you while stroking the flat bottom of her tongue, soft and wet as it is against the tip-top of your straining rocket ship. The tip slipped under the foreskin a bit. You got her for that for Valentines Day in addition to the local sci-fi convention tickets. “I will try something with it..” She took a drink of water and practiced her vocal lessons.. Wait.. The young woman before me had no motives, no cruelty, only the long love that you two nurtured. “Remember when I was in choir? Her fingers slowly wrapped around your solid phallus for a couple firm strokes. Gently the foreskin is pulled back to give more room..
