Carolyn’s Loss
Her loss. My gain.
He finds me on my knees, cold beer sweating in his grip. My mouth is open, but not to speak. Belt unbuckled, button flicked open, fly unzipped. He’s already half hard. He takes his first sip as I take my first taste. I groan; he throbs against the back of my throat. His fingers tangle in my hair. Cheeks hollow, lips sealed tight, spit gathers at the corners of my mouth. I’m already drooling for him. I love sucking cock. H...
