Wet mouth on me. Timmy's. Cold where he's not. Such a gift. More than I have ever had. So terribly sweet. Urge to push.

My mouth full and happy. Randy pulling me. Into him. His lips burning on me. Body filling with joy. Nuts so tight.

Too much. Rising. His pulse. Impact in my mouth, my answer. Rising, now. Taken hard. Thrown. Little shards of burning joy.

Pulsing, pulsing. Still engulfing. The wonder of him, of us: so much to have.