FROM BROS TO FÛCK BUDDIES (3)
I opened my mouth and let my tongue slide out until it met the slít at the tip. I tasted the prácum, warm and slightly salty, and swallowed it without thinking. My lips parted wider, and I wrapped them around the swollen head of Ryan’s c**k.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” he breathed. “Súck my cóck.”
His voice sent a shiver through me. My tongue circled the head slowly, tracing along the ridge, lapping at the slít. I felt more prácum coat my tongue, and I swallowed again. It was addictive. I wanted more. I needed more.
He was still pumping the shaft with one hand, and I stayed focused on the head, súcking and licking, trying to make him moan again. I wanted to hear it. I wanted to know how it felt for him.
I wondered what his cúm would taste like. How much would t
