I rolled towards him and kissed him, still half smiling. It probably wasn't the best time to laugh. “What?” He looked at me concerned, “Why is it funny? What did I do? Is something wrong?” I fell onto the bed next to him in fits of giggles, picturing Noah doing his spitting demonstration back at the restaurant. In one fluid motion I gulped his outcome as though it was a tequila shot. I rose up to my knees and flicked my head back. It was the first time I’d let him cum while my lips were still wrapped around his dick. Would my gag reflex kick in when the thick paste hit the back of my throat? Should I kiss him afterwards? Was this good for my skin or something? I could tell from the way he was clenching his butt cheeks that he was close, and my mind was racing. Mere days later, I found myself wedged between my boyfriend’s legs doing some fairly dexterous suck-and-rotate. I needed to up my fellatio game, right? And if I could overcome my fear of heights by parachuting off a mountain in Switzerland, what was a tiny little gulp of jizz by comparison? If you want to swallow or enjoy swallowing then I wish you many glasses of jizz to sip upon until the end of your days.īut after Noah’s humiliating imitation of Spitter Girl, I quietly resolved to swallow next time I gave a blowjob. Nor do I have anything against swallowing. On my belly, on my butt, in my vag, cum is nudity’s best accessory. That’s not to say I have anything against cum. Moreover, I don’t think swallowing should be a precondition of sucking cock. If a guy simply expects to have his semen swallowed, then I’m simply not going to fulfill that expectation. And I would be lying if I said part of me wasn’t being a bit of a contrarian brat about it. I’ve never loved the idea of swallowing semen. He swallowed the water, looked at me sternly, and said, “Now picture that on a naked girl who's running for the bathroom.”Įveryone was silent for a moment before Ainslie shrieked, “That, my friends, is why I've never spit!” and we all broke into paroxysms of wild laughter. He sipped the water, tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, and jutted his bottom jaw out while simultaneously screwing up his forehead in feigned disgust. “This,” he said, lifting the glass to his lips, “is what you look like when you're looking for some place to spit.” “That's fine,” Noah said, wiping tears from his eyes, “but what I'm about to show you will change your life.” My dinner companions burst into raucous laughter.
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