He sits naked in the chair, that lovely and wonderful member on display. I take my place, kneeling and ready to blow his love pipe. My hand pulls back his skin scarf and there is the mushroom. First I wet it with my tongue and then take it in my month. Almost instantly his tool goes from flaccid to hard as a rock.
My right hand wraps around the base and from the top of my hand to the top of his rod is more than I could ever take in my mouth. His organ is large, both husky and lengthy. His classmates called him Snufagulufus in the locker room at the pool. They all had acorns and he alone had foreskin. This amazing turtleneck that I love. I move my tongue against his glans and pull the skin up, trapping my tongue in his covering. Then like a lollipop I run my tongue around the inside.