My lips part instinctively and my eyes drop; then we're kissing, cum streaming down our chins as our tongues struggle over an ocean of come. His seed's masculine flavor makes me insane.

Martin breaks away from our kiss, saying, "I can't help it." "I get fucked up around you," he says, grinning. "I've never done this with anybody else," he adds, opening up to me. He tells me that despite his depravity, he trusts me like no other woman.

Unable to respond to his admission, I grin. He grins at me, bends in again, and wraps his lips over my right nipple, tracing its curve with his tongue. He cleans...