I had my eyes open, staring down at the rest of the stiff c**k that extended away from my mouth as I began to suck lightly on its spongy head.
My first reaction was one of slight disappointment. I was anticipating a kind of musky taste, but all I got was the taste of chlorine from the hot-tub water.
My sense of touch-through my lips and tongue and cheeks-were not disappointed, however. As I sucked, pulling my lips into a tighter seal, my cheeks drew in against the soft, smooth flesh of Kanoa's bulbous c**k-head. Still sucking, I ran my tongue along its underside, flicking that little web of skin, and then following the v-shaped path up through the cleft that led to his pee hole. I wormed the tip of my tongue around the little opening, poking at it as if it was a tiny cunt-hole.
I began
