My first time

I knew he was kinky. Some may even say weird. But I was drawn to him. Maybe it was his body. That looked like he missed no days at the gym. Or maybe his smooth as a baby bottom bald head or the scent of his cologne when his body was pressed against mind. Who was I kidding? It was the nastiness that he brought out of me. Allowing me to dig deep and indulge in my demons. But this was a bit much. Even for me. How could I do this? Would he judge me? Would he even enjoy it? My thoughts race through my head as I attempted to catch my rhythm. Hearing you moan as I try to drain all of your pre juices out. Mind racing and heart pounding I slowly make my way down making sure to lick and suck on ever crevices of your nuts. Your thighs are tight as you contract with ever touch. I can do this I can do this. Closing my eyes living in the moment. Slowly and softly I let my tongue fill your ass. You grip my arm and yell out... OH SHIT! Damn I'm doing it and he's loving it. I reach up and start to stroke your dick. Making sure to match my rhythm I circle my tongue licking you up and down in and out. Beating that dick faster and faster. I can feel you tremble and I know it's near. You shoot out with the vengeance. Hot sticky goodness oh how I craved it. You pull me up and kiss me with such passion as we lay I think to myself... damn he found another demon.