The D-Wash

When he came back he scooped a dollop on me and rubbed it all over. It felt much better than the spit had, and I subconsciously raised my hips to allow better access. I was enjoying myself a whole lot considering I was the one being paid.

The Banker crawled up my body to massage my shoulders. After all the uncertainty around first-time cocksucking I was pretty tense and needed the stress relief.

At one point he leaned forward to reach the far side of my shoulder and his cock flopped in between my butt cheeks.

Thinking about sucking his cock in a little bit, I neither wanted feces nor lard on it. “Franklin, You’re gonna get it dirty.” I tried to wiggle away at the same time.

“You let me worry about that, boy.” Being called “boy” seemed friendly this time rather than insulting.