I gawked when he compared his dick to the soda can. It was damn near similar.
“Don’t worry man. The sodas for you, you’re gonna need it after I destroy that throat.”
Still I just gawked at him. My mouth was agape. I knew that I should shut it and at the very least say no I have bf. But in my daze he had already stated to press that fat cock head against my lips. As the precum flowed across parted lips I had to have at least a taste. And with that all resolve crumbled.















