
I pondered the situation for a second as I sucked his dick. On one hand,
Tony was still in his twenties -- I figured he'd be good for another
round. We were both fucking drunk though and might just crash after sex...
I wanted him to fuck me so bad, so I decided to pull back. Slowly, I
pulled my lips off of his cockhead, leaving him bobbing wetly in the cool
air again.
Tony pulled me up and yanked my shirt up over my head, before pushing me
down onto his couch and kneeling between my legs. As he was unbuckling my
belt, I blurted stupidly, "So, this is real? You really suck cock?"
He winked, "I'm good at it, too." He pulled my jeans and boxer briefs
down to my knees and quickly engulfed my seven inches into his mouth. "Oh,
fuck Tony..." I groaned, threading my hands through his dark hair. Unlike
me, he could deepthroat and sunk all the way down to the hairy base of my
dick. It had been a little while for me too and I just writhed on the
couch, enjoying every sensation radiating out from my dick as he blew me
expertly. I yelped as he reached one of his hands up to tweak one of my
nipples. His eyes, as he looked up at me, were dark with lust. I would
have loved to have talked dirty to him or something, but I was so fucking
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