[Oh fuck. Fuck. He pauses for a few seconds, Claude's hand tightening in his hair and the taste of him - pure, unadulterated - heavy and musky on his tongue. Moving a bit further sideways for a better angle, he pulls back the foreskin easily before licking a wet circle around the tip of the head.
Like this, though, without the smoothness of the rubber, he realises that his hand's too dry. Like wanking with a dry palm, of course, he's just never really. Thought about it in this context. Drawing back, he spits in his palm quickly, more than ready to dive back in as soon as possible. Slick hand closing around the shaft once more, he bends down and sucks Claude's cock in between his lips again, far enough that it pushes up against the roof of his mouth.]
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Like this, though, without the smoothness of the rubber, he realises that his hand's too dry. Like wanking with a dry palm, of course, he's just never really. Thought about it in this context. Drawing back, he spits in his palm quickly, more than ready to dive back in as soon as possible. Slick hand closing around the shaft once more, he bends down and sucks Claude's cock in between his lips again, far enough that it pushes up against the roof of his mouth.]