On my knees

How many more times do you want me to drop to my knees? With your scrotum in one hand and the firmness of your buttocks gripping the other, a small jerk of your liquid releases. Like the squeeze of a pimple, it pops to the back of my throat, almost choking me. You gripped my hair and motioned my head. "Go faster," you screamed. That slimy yet satisfying taste dances in my mouth as your stern look graced my eyes The sweet moans of finish escaped your throat as you tapped my head and wiped your prize. With one finger. One finger was all it took to motion a job well done. And a whisps of clearance sweet my stomach as you mentioned, "It's your turn"