He had spread my knees, so smoothly, so easily. He had pulled the towel at my waist down to under my buttocks.When he had actually opened my towel up, I didn’t know. It was as if I was witnessing everything in pictures. In stills. Section after section, with some parts missing.His hand from the bucket fed an ice cube into his mouth. He did not blink. He took my rod in, with the ice still there, and I stared. I wasn’t breathing. My brain had shut down.His head slid down, his tongue rolled, and I jerked up. My eyes wide, my mouth open.His head came up, the ice swirled. Hot tongue. Cold ice. The water, his saliva, and my precum all flooded down as my cock slid out of his throat, out of his mouth.But he didn’t release me. His head lowered, and he snorted, and from then on, scarfing sounds filled the air.He was devouring me.My thighs started to shake, uncontrollably. I lifted my hips with him as he came up again. His hand went back
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