“Yes, Auntie Gretchen,” I answered, meekly.
She gave me some time to get used to being on my back on the table, my body immobilized by the restraints. My c**k stood up like a red plum atop a vanilla ice cream cone. Gretchen skinned the clear poly condom off and made quite a production out of licking out my leakage from inside.
“Kenneth, your product is especially tasty today,” she said approvingly. “From this sample, I can tell that your hyaluronic acid content is exceedingly high. No doubt your discharge will be of the richest kind.”
Gretchen brought her head down and applied her full, red lips to the head of my c**k. Strands of her lovely silver-blond hair tickled my midsection and sent electro-chemical impulses ricocheting through my hindbrain, flooding my pleasure receptors with ser
