Kafka's stories

Good boy. I hear it quite often in my hookup meetings. I'm testing his dick deep in my mouth. I move my tongue over his tip. I can feel his pleasure. I can feel mine.

Good boy. I suck him slowly. He wants it. He wants me to taste and desire his dick as something I had been waiting for a long time. He said no many times to my proposal to meet. He was always busy. However, I was so insistent that he loosened his rejection and accepted to meet.

Good boy. Finally, I can feel it. The vortex of that moment gives me so much pleasure that soon I'm ready to come. I try to slow down, touching my penis. He wants to change position. He puts me lying on my back and uses my mouth in that position.

Good boy. His dick goes perfectly in my mouth. I feel his bush cuddling my lips. His pleasure increases, until he decides to change position again. He wants to relax and finish while he is sitting on my bed, lying on my pillow.

Good boy. He starts to moan more. I can feel how much he is enjoying it. He suddenly comes in my mouth without warning me.

Good boy. I swallow every drop. It all goes into my throat. I don't want to disappoint by spitting it out. I'm ready to cum. He knows what I like. He pushes my head with his hands, his dick in my mouth. He knows I like it. He pushes and fucks my mouth until I cum.