Martin keeps thrusting, and only a minor spasm runs through his c**k before slowing down. Recognizing that this is my cue, I resume my bobbing motion, this time applying an unbridled fury to my movements, mercilessly driving him to the edge of pleasure and throwing him off it.
I taste his c*m again, pulsing against my tongue and the insides of my cheeks, and I know he's close, so close that my insides are already clenching with anticipation. I roll his balls over my fingers with one hand as I force my neck to keep working past exhaustion, my mouth moving up and down his length.
Instead of words, he offers me his warm c*m: his c**k erupts inside of me in a heartbeat and, thrusting upward once more, he begins gushing his load into my mouth. I stay still as he does it, allowing his seed to
