I pumped my throat up and down his cock as I bucked, moaning on his length, coming against his tongue. It sounds more lewd than it felt. Lately my orgasms are like water: clean, clear, simple. He asked me to wear a velvet choker. “Does it bother you?” he asked when I touched it during lunch….
I’m not writing anymore. This has all gone so off course.
Erections look so vulnerable. How can you go about your business with this thing swinging around everywhere in front of you?
