Last night I went back to an old lover's hotel room where he stripped me naked and positioned me on the bed on my knees. then he spanked me, kissed the nape of my neck and fucked me twice. "This is the stuff fantasies are made of," he murmured as I swallowed the length of his cock. "You should teach classes on the art," he added.
I asked that he deposit his cum all over my face, which he readily did, nearly blinding me in the process. It could be why my contact slipped out later that night. Unfazed, I popped it into my mouth for moisture and then shoved it back into my eye. He was amused.
