My eyes still shut. We made an appointment and I planned my usual lotions based on the type of massage he wanted. Sex He was wiggling around and it felt like his was working it a little deeper. He moaned and put his other hand on the back of my head again holding me in place. “Have Massage Table, Will Travel” reads the card of a man. Should I finish the massage? “Try laying your head on my chest and just see if you can open your jaw far enough to start.”
My first thought was, “What did he say?” Then I found myself thinking if that would work. My legs were shaking a little as he pushed against my ass. That’s when I opened my eyes and realized he had nearly his whole length in. He had noticed the flavored lube bottle and was placing a liberal amount on the head of his partly limp tool. It helps with the gag reflex. Did I just have a sexual encounter? So I thought nothing of it.
