The blindfolded taste of lust-3
Ripping through the darkness: “Fuck! Aahh-ahh-ah”.
The balls tense, the soft head becomes completely gorged, feels different against his tongue. These sounds, of a man cumming, he hears them now, and he somehow manages to stay there. He feels the wait more precisely than he did the first time, he feels his mouth water, literally, at the thought of what is about to happen again, with a different man this time, he deliberately slows down every single movement. His hand cupping the balls, the other stroking him, his mouth loving him, his tongue swirling, he slows everything down and as it’s about to happen, he backs up his head a little, opens his mouth around the head and simply jerks him very, very slowly, sensuously. Before he expects it, a warm liquid drips on his tongue, drops at first, then a steady stream, he moans in appreciation, swallows, and feels the cock he’s holding in his hand twitch with its first spasm. Almost simultaneously, a powerful stream of warm and viscous liquid shoots directly from the man’s cock to his open mouth. He keeps stroking him, and the second spurt shoots rapidly after, and a third. Back to back. With each, he feels his mouth fill up more and more. This will soon be over. As the man’s flesh is about to twitch for a fourth time, he wraps his lips around it and lovingly lets him cum directly in his mouth. This feels different, he feels the spasms in his hand and against his lips at the same time, cum hits his palate, shoots in directly in the growing load he’s holding in, splashes against his tongue and eventually, two or three spasms shoot dry, so he runs his tongue against the man’s head and feels cum oozing out. Then three more twitches, and each time, there’s less and less cum until the cock goes still in his hand and in his mouth. He slows down his hand to a halt, and with a gentle suction, he sucks out what might be left in the length of this man’s penis. The cum in his mouth stings a little, a pleasant sensation, there’s no room for any other taste than this man’s cum, which tastes different than the first’s. Stronger, better, thicker, fuller. He can’t smell it, though. He grabs the softening penis with his mouth and very, very gently puts it in his mouth again. He makes sure to cover it with its own cum, and then he smells it, he brushes his nose against it, feels the wetness on his skin, the odor. The distinctive smell of cum. Never in his life has he smelled this under the spell of lust. And he puts his lips around and cleans it completely.
