“Don’t control it,” he whispered. “Let it out.”
I obeyed and found myself giving him a few gentle thrusts. “I’m getting close…”
He bobbed his head faster, his lips tightening around the shaft. He deep-throated me with no issues, his skill telling me that he’d done it many times.
I thrust into his mouth as deep as I could, the pleasure overcoming my mind and taking me into sexual oblivion. It took only moments for me to reach the climax of what became a powerful feeling, and I released my offering in soft cries.
Gary slurped all of it, not letting a drop go to waste, and he gently squeezed the head for the remains. He sucked just the head for a bit.
I squirmed like a worm on a hook and laughed softly. “Ha ha ha, ow, ow, it’s sensitive, Gary, it’s sensitive!”