"But the feeling of his spongy c**k-head popping in and out of my lips; the feel of my tongue sliding over that little cleft underneath it; the taste of his pre-c*m; and even when he poked that fat head into my throat when I told him to f**k my mouth all changed my mind. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to feel his hot jism fill my mouth; to taste a load of fresh c*m right from the dick."
"f**k!" Joe said quietly as he pushed down on the bulge in his pants. "So, did it taste like your own c*m when you eat Holly's cream pie?"
"Not really," I answered. "Similar, but not the same. I did like it, though. And I'm looking forward to trying more, tonight."
"Man, I don't know if I'm going to be able to wait 'til tonight!" he said, as he rubbed his bulge. "I may need to go use one of those booths!"
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