The blindfolded taste of lust-2
“Do you want to suck them, honey?”
He whispers yes, but it sounds more like he’s exhaling heavily.
“Only if you promise me you’ll eat their loads.”
This time he doesn’t even try to say anything, he simply moans.
“Tell them you want to swallow their thick loads. Tell them.”
He can’t see who he’s talking to, but he says, with his face smothered in their cocks: “I want to swallow both your loads. I want to taste them, eat them entirely, swallow them all.”
“You can open your mouth, now.”
He does. He pulls out his tongue and forcing himself to go slowly runs it against their two cocks, back and forth. The warmth is what surprises him the most. He straightens his back, tries to get himself a little higher so he can reach them from the top. With his hands, he pulls them down so they face horizontally, towards him. The heads taste slightly salty, taste like cock ought to taste, their soft, fleshy and now glistening with his saliva. He’s hoping there might be some precum, he concentrates to see if he tastes anything, but he’s not sure. Even the taste of cock is rapidly washing off with his saliva.
