But then his hand runs over my hair and I find myself on my knees. It’s the logical next step, strokinghis c**k that’s already straining out of his pants. Undoing his jeans button, then the zipper, so I canhold it and stroke it. Run my tongue over it and around the smooth head.
Then kiss it all over.
Then, finally, take it all in my mouth, swallow him down, look up and … laughing.
I choke him out, sputtering. “I’m sorry, it’s just … the mustache …”
Gavril chuckles, smearing it off with the back of his hand. “You clown.” Then he uses that hand tograb a fistful of my hair. “Now. Where were we?”
I don’t need any further convincing. All I want is Gavril’s c**k back in my mouth. Now. I lap aroundhis hardness fast and deep, then shallow and slower. My other hand cups his balls as I get to w
