“What the fuck?” he blurted out as he stepped back a step spewing a guzzle of water from his mouth half way across the hall. Time was of the essence and I wanted every moment I could get with him. I stood and smiled. By now his cock was semi-hard. He stood there breathing heavily for only a moment or possible an hour as his cock could no longer maintain its erection and started becoming once more soft in my mouth. well-chosen words used to draw in our targets of lust. He was thicker than most tools I’d seen remaining massively large from the base clear up to the tip. He quivered and pulsed and grunted and moaned as he shot a huge load down my throat in wave after wave I thought would never subside, causing me to choke and gag. I had decided to bide my time by searching for and pulling any weeds which may have cropped up in my garden, as I eagerly awaited the arrival of my morning guest.
