Full-sized layouts, big-ass living rooms, two bathrooms, and only two people to a unit. Indian sex Holding my head still, he leaned forward, placing his head just on my tongue as he shot rope after rope of thick cum. He guided me, pulled me gently towards his twitching member. Then he sent me a photo or two, of him and his cock, promising the biggest loads I could want. I say this with nothing but respect—she was the queen of the “dorm ho” scene. No pressure. And the lessons got intense. Long hours down rabbit holes where people shed their shame and made plans in secret. “Yeah, you’re a good little cock sucker, shit feels good.”
We continued the same way for about fifteen minutes; him making love to my mouth, whispering dirty words of encouragement. I masturbated hard and fast, releasing the blue balls I gave myself, then licked the mess clean. “Oh my God, you’re really good at this.”
I moan in agreement and continue working, absolutely enticed by how delicious and fun it was to have him in my mouth.
