I left his mouth and started licking his face. Indian sex Then I moved back down and started licking the boy’s smooth chest. “I never told you to look away from me,” I said firmly, as his puffy welled-up eyes turned back to me. I tightened back up and took my hand off my cock. “Tell me,” I asked sweetly, “why did you piss all over yourself?” His dark eyes opened even wider and he looked confused. The boy had passed-out. He knew all the bad words for my stuff, but not one proper or polite word for it. He opened his mouth to scream, but the sound was muffled by my cock. “Can’t even get that little baby-dick hard, might as well be a fucking little girl.” I knew that would get to him. I knew the euphemism for the disgusting stuff that came out of a man’s dick, was that which his mother always used when she was drunk enough to speak of such things. He looked down at his dick and we both watched it drop.
