Brad’s breathing was heavy, his face red. His poor untouched c**k stood rigid and upthrust and aching, and his tiny little male n*****s had crinkled up sensitive and needy. Helplessly he imagined what she said.
“I watched him bury his face in my open, used cunt,” Alyssa told him deliberately, “and lick out every gluey drop of the splooge that Steve and Alex and Ricardo had squirted in me. Ah, how he gurgled and slopped and snorted, red-faced and whimpering and pathetically erect the whole time even as he swallowed and swallowed and swallowed!” She shrugged faintly with her expressive eyebrows. “He didn’t want to at first, but…well, what choice did he have?”
Brad bit his lip. “None,” he said quietly. The pulse of his purple-headed erection seemed to shake his entire body.
“Exactly!” chuc
