Dribbling Stories

The thirty seconds doesn’t start with foreplay, nor does it start when your lips slip over the bulbous head of his shiny and erect cock or when you play with his balls and shaft with your tongue; licking and rolling it around in your mouth.  It doesn’t even start when your fist starts pumping his length in the firm knowledge that he is going to give up his seed to you or when you deep-throat him and swallow on his stiffne...