'Yes, yes, oh, yes!' Something started screaming inside Don. This strange reversal of the role between his fantasy and reality was perversely delightful.
Alston tasted strange, salty in his mouth. At this point, Nelson pushed him away from him. Don lost his balance and fell to the carpet. Nelson stood over him and with a few decisive movements of his hand, he released the semen that fell on Alston's face.
Don closed his eyes. He turned his head instinctively, but every trickle, even a drop, that fell on him, sent a thrill of excitement in his body. At this point, does his face have a similarly sexy expression to Martin's?
The sperm stopped falling on him, and Alston dared to look at Nelson to see how the man looked at him. Nelson stood over him like a huge, motionless statue. From this angle, Don saw his beautiful manhood first, then his torso and face.
The look that Nelson looked at him, his smile ...
