Billy inhaled, a little startled at the streak of come that hit him. He moved back up swiftly, closing his mouth over the head, sucking down instantly. The taste of him flooded Billy's mouth, and he moaned, hips shifting needfully. This was Goodnight. This was it, this was him, the overwhelming taste and feel.
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Date: 2016-11-23 05:59 am (UTC)