Magic Gloryhole

When his business was done he pulled out with a pop. I heard the pop. The noise triggered in me memories of that same pop when my wife reluctantly let go of my cock. That noise always told me she didn’t want to stop and now it delivered a message to me as well.

We hit our off buttons. I made a bee line to the bathroom to clean up. My face was a mess. My chest was dripping with sticky cum and spit. And I had also added my own creamy batch on my deflating dick.

The phone rang irritatingly and I answered it. My first words, “You tricked me.”

It was Johan. “I didn’t, wait, what? What do you mean?”

Tensely I spoke again, “It wasn’t me. It was you! You raped me!”

Johan: “I’m sorry, that wasn’t me. But… Did you do the one, and then the other?”

I answered, “Yes, first I gave, then I, then I” My voice trailed off. I hung my head low, though Johan couldn’t see it. Weakly I answered, “then I sucked.”