He pressed against my throat in slow, smooth thrusts, while I focused on servicing him, being a lovely hole for him to use. My view wasn't great, just a sweaty man-taint, but eyelids are cool. I closed my eyes and just delighted in the sensations, the smell of him, let my mind run wild over the fact that it was Ronny's c**k that was using my face. Ronny's c**k that would burst down my throat. Ronny's c**k that felt so f*****g heavenly as I used my lips, my tongue, the back of my throat to service him.
It was a languid thing, that blowjob. I had plenty of time to breathe, my mouth barely got tired, and I got to enjoy every sensation, every nerve that fired as his c**k dragged across my tongue.
And just when I hoped it would, when the time felt just right, his c**k swelled, thickened, hard
