I do. Working him with my mouth and tongue and lips, I struggle. No trickle this; he flows constantly; a bitter-sweet stream of pre-c*m, that blankets the inside of my mouth, leaving me constantly struggling to swallow, as he jams himself deep into me. Not quite deep enough to make me gag, but I think it is only the watchful presence of my Master and Michael that stops this jerk going for a full deep-throat.
After a minute or two, he groans and spurts. I gurgle and splutter as I take his c*m, but am glad when he pulls out and goes.
Another c**k is rubbing at my face. Pressed so hard against me that I cannot look up to see its owner, it is only semi-erect. I try to take it, but in its semi-limp state, I cannot gain a hold. Its owner takes it in his hand, pushing it against me.
“I want y
