"Mmm... Mmmf... Mfff..."
I can't believe I'm doing this. And willingly, no less. I thought to myself as I currently had a throbbing dick in my mouth.
The rhythmic sound of my nasal breaths harmonized with the wet, slick noises as I clumsily moved my face up and down the engorged shaft. At times, when my jaw grew weary, I'd suck in with intensity, causing my cheeks to hollow in. After that, I'd release it from my mouth and give the glans a good lick. Surprisingly, there was a weird flavor, but it wasn't bad. Rather, it was good.
"Mm... lick... chuu... Haaa, nchuu... lick... Hmmm..."
As I did all that, the man I was pleasuring looked down at me with a smile on his face, "You're good. You must have a talent for this."
When he praised me like that, my body trembled with happiness. Why was I so elated? Was it because I received his approval? If that was the case, would more efforts on my part earn me additional praise?
