AFTER THE STORM !!!
Hey yall! Sorry for the delay. No explanations needed.
It had been almost two months since I last saw him. Since I last saw any of my links to be honest. Life got heavy — family stuff, stress, distance etc.. But then, out of nowhere, he texted me:
“How are you holding up?”
I paused for a moment before replying,
“I’m okay.”
But honestly? I wasn’t. I needed comfort. I needed something familiar — HIM 😩😬.
When he showed up, the energy was quiet but thick with everything unsaid. No dramatic words, no overthinking. Just me, kneeling in front of the one man who knew exactly how I liked to please — and how to pull me out of my own sorrow.
As soon as I wrapped my lips around him, I could feel his tension melt away. I used the grip he loved — tight, controlled, with my mouth working him deep while my hand slowly caressed his balls, gently massaging the way he always liked. His breathing changed. His hands twitched. He let out this low groan that told me he was losing control.
The deeper I went, the more he gave in. His body started to tense — thighs locking, abs flexing, jaw clenched. His head was thrown back, completely lost in the sensation. He couldn’t even keep eye contact — he was too far gone, just surrendering to the pleasure.
Then he exploded in my mouth — hard, deep, hot. I didn’t stop. I swallowed every drop, slow and intentional, like I was taking back my power one taste at a time.
Afterward, we didn’t say much. Just a look. A shared breath. Like… yeah, we still have that.
P.S
After he left.. he texted me and said he still feels me on his balls 😉
AFTER THE STORM !!!
Hey yall! Sorry for the delay. No explanations needed.
It had been almost two months since I last saw him. Since I last saw any of my links to be honest. Life got heavy — family stuff, stress, distance etc.. But then, out of nowhere, he texted me:
“How are you holding up?”
I paused for a moment before replying,
“I’m okay.”
But honestly? I wasn’t. I needed comfort. I needed something familiar — HIM 😩😬.
When he showed up, the energy was quiet but thick with everything unsaid. No dramatic words, no overthinking. Just me, kneeling in front of the one man who knew exactly how I liked to please — and how to pull me out of my own sorrow.
As soon as I wrapped my lips around him, I could feel his tension melt away. I used the grip he loved — tight, controlled, with my mouth working him deep while my hand slowly caressed his balls, gently massaging the way he always liked. His breathing changed. His hands twitched. He let out this low groan that told me he was losing control.
The deeper I went, the more he gave in. His body started to tense — thighs locking, abs flexing, jaw clenched. His head was thrown back, completely lost in the sensation. He couldn’t even keep eye contact — he was too far gone, just surrendering to the pleasure.
Then he exploded in my mouth — hard, deep, hot. I didn’t stop. I swallowed every drop, slow and intentional, like I was taking back my power one taste at a time.
Afterward, we didn’t say much. Just a look. A shared breath. Like… yeah, we still have that.
P.S
After he left.. he texted me and said he still feels me on his balls 😉