Salty Cream on My Tongue
Gay boys know exactly what I am talking about. The exquisite warm flesh in my mouth, the cock-head almost touching my epiglottis, making me gag. Sucking hard as I can, taking lovely soft, full flesh inside me, flesh pounding like the piston of a Porsche. My head bobbing fast as possible, eager, hungry, obsessed, more than ready to receive his thick, salty gushes of cream. Generous, rushes, spurts from deep in his big balls. I cup his balls in my hand, squeezing, teasing, caressing, as I gulp the full load. Then I let cream drip slowly from my lips, cream flowing from my mouth, glazing, frosting his aching, tingling cock-head.