Watering
Posted on Sun, 01/24/2010 - 22:36
I do it slow. My hand squeezed around your cock, drawn up over the head. I gather saliva behind my teeth. Part lips one millimeter. Let a string of it drip slowly down. It disappears into the space my circled fingers have created. You moan. I twist my hand, spreading the spit over the head. Draw it down your shaft. Watch your head bloom above my thumb.
Lucky guy. My mouth was full of sawdust last Friday after too many gins and a late night so I had to scrape the walls of my mouth just to carve out the least amount of wetness that I jutted out in vulgar spits. Worked well enough, but looking back, not as graceful as your more moistured-moment and about as classy as reaching for the Saran Wrap when you're high and dry in Condomville. Oh well -- whatever works, right? Love the daily dose, Megan. Cheers, Sylvie Hill.