Sensing my apprehension, his hand moves again to gently stroke my cheek. I stroke the arm that rests on my chest, feeling the definition of his forearms and cupping my hands around the sinuous bicep. XXX “Hey, how’s it goin’, Edward?” I nod and continue down the stairs, not interested in conversation. He remains motionless to allow my body to adjust to accommodate the foreign body; and as he waits, his hand drifts down from my thigh to gently trace around the rim of my cock head with his fingertip. He keeps a steady vacuum of pressure, and the sensation of fucking his mouth is unbelievable. The only thing that exists in my world is our mutual pleasure, and the organs and orifices involved. Of course, eventually it does, gradually subsiding, and finally my mind and body are able to re-converge to their rightful place in
