Slowly he began to thrust back and forth with very little movement. He just wanted that snug fit and that slight little motion over and over as it build and build. He loved when I sucked him like this; he loved the fact that his dick curved upward following the curve of my hard pallet and he loved the tense curve of my tongue on the underside of his meat. He loved the contrast of rough and soft in my mouth and how it made him feel during this gentle fuck he endured. Then there was his cock’s head, that uncircumcised tip that met the back of my throat and...