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Speechless Breathless 41

I more than anyone know that he has difficulty expressing himself in public. He has a lot to say, but he can't concentrate.

But there he is.

With a microphone in hand. His speech is not very extensive, well because, we are many to speak. We all wear the same outfit: clear blouse and short shorts, school uniform typical of our country. Nothing extraordinary.

But on him fits so well. What a marvel of thighs!

I am aware of his appreciation to the people who have supported us. The audience of the kind of series we work for is the most dedicated I know. Mostly girls, they accompany each step of ours and quickly record our names. I know I've been on a role as small as Champ in LoveSick and my face is already recognized. But his is striking simply by being, how can I say?

Provocative in a childish way.

The microphone seems to be too big for him to carry. He pronounces every word slowly fearing to talk some nonsense. I know that, because when he's not nervous he talks fast without caring about anything with the amount of shit coming out of his mouth. He's thrilled and grateful. And I watch here, capturing the clarity of detail that only those who have had him in his most natural state could...

The hair with gel all hairstyle back sometimes swipes at the collar of the shirt. On his neck, hidden, that temptation in form of a small spot, asking to be kissed.

"-This position is not having ratings... "

I talk dropping the contents of my mouth and hitting his buttocks that are next to my ears.

Rathavit let go of mine too.

-I'm sorry... Hm... I don't know how to do that. I'm trying to imitate what you do, but I can't...

He grumbled.

-Get up.

I pat myself on the thighs and induce him to stand up. We were united in some crazy scissors that started to piss me up. My body with cramp and very hard-earned. And my little sucker for more effort than improvising, couldn't make me feel anything. He could barely reach half my dick without choking.

When we stood face to face on our knees backed into the bed I saw in his eyes much anguish. I pulled his waist and covered him with a kiss so wide that I almost swallowed his cheeks from the inside. I grabbed his limb and squeezed it. Still lubricated by my saliva, he produces some moves. Rathavit moan in my mouth and is simulating penetrating my hand.

I think that if the audible signals of the ambulances were replaced by the groans of Rathavit begging to come, even the pedestrians on the sidewalks would give away space on the street for them to run.

I don't even have to ask. He won't be able to give me pleasure while he's like this: needy.

Not that I wasn't either. But his unpracticing suckers were only stimulating me without results in any satisfaction. Even in 1 million years, a healthy human wouldn't be able to enjoy this rhythm.

I walked the cheek and I bit his neck. And with my hands I gently laid him on the bed. With my hands on his waist, I lick from the balls to the head, giving enough attention to the head. And I rub his balls. On account, he holds the head of his own dick and directs it to my mouth. OK... He's in a hurry. Like I don't know.

And I struggle like a military, sucking and simulating stockades. Lifting and lowering my mouth. He's not very big. I can get everything in my mouth and still play with the balls.