I wilt beneath him and become useless. I gasp, groan, and feel the power of my muscles weaken, although the erection and my n*****s are all at full mast. My eyes slide closed and I see different shapes in various hues. Turquoise octagons. Persimmon trapezoids. Emerald ovals. The colorful shapes spin in circles behind my eyes, as more animal-like noises escape my parted lips. I can only breathe through my nose, dizzy and lost during his mouth-connection, on a different plain or planet—elsewhere. The moment with JD Lawson feels extraordinary, beyond anything I have felt and experienced, enticing on a higher and exceptional level.
He comes off of me for air: huffing and puffing. I return to consciousness and see his chiseled chest push outwards, fall inwards, as he collects oxygen. His upper
