He felt Vaughn move lower, but his brain refused to give that move an explanation. Even when he felt Vaughn’s tongue slide up the side of his shaft, Randy denied the idea that Vaughn’s mouth could possibly be on him. But when Vaughn’s lips settled over the end of him and crowned Randy’s c**k with wet heat, Randy just about let go right then and there.
“Oh! Holy f*****g—” Randy swallowed hard and stared at the ceiling, silently berating himself. Don’t look down. Don’t you f*****g look down. It will be too much to stand.
Vaughn didn’t respond verbally, but he did let Randy’s c**k slide out from between his lips, and then fall back down on it. As if easing into the practice, Vaughn didn’t stop at just the tip. He took another inch, and an experimental suck that felt to Randy like it was goi
