Let him come in your mouth.

You tell the old man you want him to come in your mouth. Obviously enjoying your situation, he guides himself back into you. He’s noticeably more hurried this time around. His thrusts are faster and more ****.

It doesn’t take him long to be right on the edge. He deviates from his previous tempo, his breathing now heavy and audible over the rain.

And then you feel him tense. He crams himself as deep as he can get. His cock touching the back of your throat, your nose mashed against his pubes. The first spurt hits the back of your throat and you nearly gag and pull away, only to be held firmly in place. It’s the first time you’ve felt him pull against you. “You got it, son.” It’s not a question. You focus on not **** and count five more pulses before he slowly pulls you back. His rather large load sliding down the back of your throat. You hardly got to taste it.

“That’s a good boy.” His grip on your hair lessens, one hand drawing back to stuff himself back into his pants, the other gently brushing through your hair. He smiles down at you. “You can get up now.”