Delirando

11: Closer

Added 2025-02-22 01:00:04 +0000 UTC

Matthew grabbed my chin and started kissing me. The heat in my p*ssy came rushing back. I was drenched. I was in heaven. When he pulled away, my eyes instinctively darted to his d*ck, and suddenly, his expression changed. He was looking at me with more intensity now. It didn’t take long before he grabbed my hand and placed it on his d*ck. That’s when I wanted to die. That damn wet puddle between my legs again, and my heart hammering like crazy.

Sure, I’d seen d*cks before—those guys in p*rn magazines and movies—but in real life… Matthew kissed me again as I hesitantly started caressing his d*ck, hard as a rock. And even though I hesitated at first, I brought my face closer… and sniffed it. Shit… it smelled like p*ss. I opened my mouth and went for it.

Fifteen minutes later, Matthew had been laughing the whole time and never warned me. Between the p*ss smell and the shock of the sudden flood of c*m, I almost threw up on him. It didn’t happen, though, because he grabbed my head firmly, leaving me with no choice but to swallow it all as tears streamed down my face.

When he finally c*me, I gasped for air and started coughing like crazy. Some c*m slipped past my lips and dripped onto my chest. Matthew went back to his macho position, sprawled lazily on the couch, his d*ck still hard, gleaming. Shining with my spit and c*m.