[ Knowing what to expect isn't the same as being ready for it. His cum splashes into his mouth and he sputters, as though possessed of some reflex a puppet shouldn't have; it means some of it drools from the broken seam of his mouth, still wrapped around him, means his shoulders buck and his mouth convulses around him, smothering a cough.
He likes it, though his eyes water and sting. Likes the way each successive pump of his fist pushes lessening beads of cum from his gently twitching cock onto his tongue. He cranes his streaming eyes up to look at him, his knuckles slowly chasing his messy mouth up, up, slowly towards his sensitive tip, until a pearly bead squelches from the corner of his mouth and dribbles over his knuckles, lips closed tight around the hot flavor coating his tongue. ]
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He likes it, though his eyes water and sting. Likes the way each successive pump of his fist pushes lessening beads of cum from his gently twitching cock onto his tongue. He cranes his streaming eyes up to look at him, his knuckles slowly chasing his messy mouth up, up, slowly towards his sensitive tip, until a pearly bead squelches from the corner of his mouth and dribbles over his knuckles, lips closed tight around the hot flavor coating his tongue. ]