With my legs on his shoulders, Davis kneels before me and traces the length of my shaft from tip to base with one long lick. As he takes my balls into his mouth, sucking the soft skin and rolling them around that maddening tongue of his, I arch my hips up to meet him. He releases my aching sac and moves lower, licking the smooth, tender skin before pressing against my tight hole. “God,” I gasp again, fists full of grass as he rims me, his tongue dancing between my buttocks. I work my muscles, trying to draw him in, but he stays just out of reach. Then he’s back at my c**k again, rubbing the spongy tip against the roof of his mouth as his saliva cools down my length. Something’s building inside of me, something untamed, unfettered, and I want to scream out at the world all the frustration a
