The blindfolded taste of lust-4

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“A man’s mouth” he thinks, trying to fight off the inevitable silence of his orgasm, but suddenly, and there is no control possible, there is nothing but spasm unloading his cum as he moves his hips slightly forward until his pulsating flesh enters the anonymous man’s open mouth, feels it, and unloads until he’s completely empty. With this emptiness comes the wastelands of desire, the irreversible nature of what has been done, the overpowering irrationality that got him here, against his naked wife breathing heavily behind him. He hears a gulp. His load has been swallowed. Voices, his, take over deep within, voices speaking not in words, but in shame and regret, the mind trying to defend itself against the f***es that muted it. Who has swallowed his cum? There’s a feeling of apology for having given his sperm, and such a large amount of it, to someone. He no longer feels the excitement he had felt a few minutes ago of himself swallowing some. There’s the gulp and everything else after that happens very fast.