“Gabriel?” I asked after a moment of more or less rolling him around my tongue.
“Hrn?”
“I’m not quite sure what I should be doing. Maybe you could give me a little direction?”
“Neff.”
I looked down at him. His p***s was now slick with saliva, waving gently in the breeze as his groin muscles twitched, his legs taut, his belly rigid. He was gripping the rope in either hand, the veins in his arms standing out starkly, giving hint to the strain of holding himself still for me.
Love filled me at such self-sacrifice. I made a mental vow to reward such devotion, and bent to my task, deciding that I’d just try out a few things and see if I got any response.
I swirled my tongue around him, gently cupping his testicles, causing him to moan nonstop, his hips bucking upward.
“Now, isn’t this fu
