Submitted by megan 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.
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1 comment postedLucky 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.
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