He opened wide, inviting my tongue to explore the wet, warm depths of his mouth. His lips were soft, his tongue eager. Every caress was intense, passionate exploration, his body trembling in pleasure from my touch. I savored every second of his sweet surrender.
Browsing: anatomy
Dr. G had a certain way of playing with my prostate – an expert slow massage that sent delicious shockwaves through my body as pleasure built up exponentially, deeper and more powerfully with every stroke. I could feel the tenderness of his touch as he explored me, as if his fingers were mapping new galaxies and galaxies within my innermost being. There in front of him, beneath his perfectly practiced fingers, I came undone in agreement to something I hadn’t even known before.
He tugged my shirt up, snapped my belt open, and pulled my crotch to him. I gasped as I felt his huge member press against me. His cold skin and thick shaft sent an electric shock through me. I wanted him, needed him. I could feel my own manhood harden in anticipation.