C81 Eighty-one

And then, my mouth closes over Brandon’s shaft. I am slow at first, flicking my tongue over the salty liquid glistening on top. It tastes nothing like bananas or lollipops but much better than his sperm did the last time or maybe that’s my imagination. I don’t know, I don’t care right now and I let my anger tainted with lust lead me into sucking him off.

Brandon’s hand moves to my hair