Chapter 1:33 So Long Rogerson - Rourke

Chapter 1:33 So Long Rogerson - Rourke

Saints, Grimm’s tongue is huge. Even though he lets my shaft drop, and I feel the breeze of the room, ten degrees difference to his smoldering cavern, and the thing that puts Gene Simmons to shame curls and pulls it right back in…..

My head goes back in the belly clenching groan when Grimm not only has me at bottom, but makes my rock-hard nuts bounce again with added slides of his tongue on them.

It’s a challenge, a test to see how much he can get away with. He’s learning my limits. Paying too close attention, looking for the same tics I do when I’m feeling someone out.

I don’t know what is harsh to him, and hell if I wouldn’t pay knowing exactly what he charges for the experience when he satisfies that curiosity.

Sucking my nuts into his mouth with my shaft and pressing my hips to fuck his face to my heart’s content for a solid minute without a single breath. I return my fingers to his neck to gauge when he needs a break.