So, I knelt behind him on the bed, my face pressed between his spread cheeks, my tongue circling his rim. At first, I just licked slowly, tasting the salt and sweat from the day.
With each pass, I felt him relax, his hole softening under my attention. Then, after a few minutes, I pushed my tongue past the tight ring of muscle, savoring the warmth inside.
Now, I lapped at his inner walls, my nose brushing against his tailbone, my hands gripping his hips for balance.
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Next, I began a rhythm—slide in, swirl, pull out, repeat. Then, he groaned low and long, his fingers threading through my hair.
That was my cue to go deeper. So, I pressed my face in harder, my tongue reaching as far as it could. Ultimately, feeling the texture of his insides. Then, without warning, he clenched around me and let out a guttural moan.
Oh, I felt a pressure building, his body tensing. Then, in that moment, he shifted. Therefore, pushing his ass back against my mouth, I understood what he wanted.
After he gave the order—a simple grunt and a tug on my hair—I held still. Now, he bore down, and I opened my throat. Fully welcoming the thick, warm mass that slid from his hole onto my waiting tongue.
Oh, the taste hit me first: earthy, musky, and undeniably him. Of course, I didn’t gag. Instead, I savored it, working my tongue against the soft lumps, spreading them across my palate.
He kept pushing, load after load filling my mouth until I struggled to keep up. Finally, when he was empty, I closed my lips and swallowed slowly, feeling the weight slide down my throat.
After that, I cleaned him with my tongue again, lapping every remnant from his pucker. Then, he rolled over, pulled me up by my hair, and kissed me, mixing our breath.
Obviously, I knew then that this was my purpose—to serve him in every dark, filthy way he desired. And I loved it.
