With his free hand he held my head against his hip, his fingers easily weaving into my loose hair for a tighter purchase, twisting my neck at a peculiar angle that forces my chin upwards and one cheek flat into soft, sparse belly hair. I struggle slightly for I can't reach him with my open mouth but he just grips harder and holds me steady.
His other hand is in full motion, a familiar rhythm, just within my field of vision.
Underneath my face his belly tightens and swells momentarily, he pulls me abruptly higher and I have a warm wet sensation in one nostril, smothered sinuses and a splatter of heavy pressure over a clamped-shut eyelid. I gurgle and splutter and slither across his skin, dripping jizz from my nose while he chortles with glee.
3 comments:
How evocative.
he's really getting the hang of it isn't he :-)
hello darling Freddy. It is not as straightforward as it seems; it never was, was it?
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