Then I opened his zipper and reached in with my fingers to coax his own out. God he tasted good. xnx It is the only thing that makes it feel the slightest bit romantic. “Yeah,” I whisper back. “Mmmmm, yeah, baby,” he sighs. I guess I think back on it because it happened to me and I love replaying the memory. He is at least seven inches, and getting his balls out was too much of a hassle. I gave him a few more strokes, playing the skin back and forth over the head. There is a place he knows in the club that’s out of the way enough and private. I wave back. We kissed, hot and passionately, each groping at the other. I gave him a few more strokes, playing the skin back and forth over the head.
