Partly true Stories

If I live to be seventy-five years old, I shall have thirty-nine-and-a-half-million minutes of life. I was happy to spare five of them to suck his penis. The first two minutes, I produced as much spit as I could to moisten that cock. From minute three onwards, it was wet, and my lips and gums slid smoothly up and down. As minute four ticked on, he purred and, "mmm'ed," and praised me by name. Minute five was a blur of ton...