Twenty Two
“Mouth soft. Lips like eager woman.”
Biando’s words of broken English heighten my humiliation as the shaft of his large uncircumcised p***s plunges deeply. With the discipline, with my improving servitude, my daily morning tribute to our supplier of sustenance becomes more akin to copulation than fellatio.
Yes, as Biando cradles my head and thrusts his hips, the bulbous p***s tip plummets into the depths of my esophagus, obviously providing sentient warmth and friction.
He is f*****g my face. And he is doing so to the clicks of the digital camera.
I look up to see a grin. one of pleasure and not at all diabolical. As stated the island males are polyamorous and Biando has no compunction about extracting lustful joy from his own gender... as long as it is not his mouth deemed
