The blindfolded taste of lust-4

She keeps jerking her husband slowly in his mouth and it happens. The husband grunts and quick shots of cum land on his mouth, on his lips, on his chin. It’s warm and wet. It’s fucking wet. And standing there, he feels, in his mouth, on his lips, the rhythm of an orgasm, on the receiving end, he grasps its length. And its quantity. It’s out of control the amount of cum. It’s too much. And most of it lands straight on his tongue. He can smell the blob on his upper lip; it smells strong. And it comes from another man. He can’t breath. And the taste, pungent. She’s milking what’s left out of his shaft. With his mouth full, he realizes how inadequate the term “milk” is to describe the act of stroking the semen completely out of a penis. He had always liked the word, how it made cum seem rich and delicious, but this wasn’t the reality of it. Cum is harsh and strong. And he has to swallow. He can’t back out now. His tongue is bathing in this man’s wet orgasm. It’s everywhere. “Here goes nothing” and he swallows it in one big gulp. It tastes thinner than he imagined, but it stings.