I quickened my tongue movements, trying to keep up with his pace. Xnxx sex There wasn’t a whole lot there that was inexpensive, or couldn’t be improvised with something else. I continued my licks as he began to moan quietly. I woke up to something slapping the side of my face, it was John slapping me with his mostly hard dick. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink, I nodded. He ran another leather strap down my ass crack, and tightened it around my balls. “Tongue out, slave,” he ordered. Rather than return me to its confines, he brought me to the kitchen table. It was small, when over my head, my arms hung off at the elbow, and legs at the knee. John gave a nod of permission, and he strapped them on me. He sat down in front of me on the coach and smiled. Lifting it to my mouth, he helped me down the drink, the mixture of my own cum and the orange juice running over my tongue down my throat.
