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On several occasions, I attempted to devour his entire shaft. Although proud that I had managed to squelch my gag reflex when he stabbed the back of my mouth, I couldn’t deep-throat him, no matter how hard I tried. It royally pissed me off. But that ability would eventually come with practice, I reassured myself.

And damn it, if Novak allowed me to do so, I certainly planned to practice every fucking chance I got, to master the technique as he had done.

As my lover continued to invade my mouth, his rod plunging deeper with each thrust and his tempo growing more frantic, groans of pure and unabashed ecstasy escaped my throat. I reached down to snatch hold of my own dripping cock and stroked myself to his same excited rhythm.

Oh, God, yes…tasting and sucking this handsome stud, luxuriating in his manly scent and his rough yet gentle touch…it just felt so fucking right. So mother-fucking right! The very thing I had sought for years.