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I remained on my knees for a few seconds, almost motionless. I felt my stomach shrinking, but not from fear... but from pure anxiety. What was I doing? Was I really letting myself be carried away by my primal instincts?

It took me a second to react. I noticed my erection throbbing, marking itself shamelessly over my thin pajamas. I wanted to convince myself that there was no going back, but of course, there was. He was waiting for my reaction, letting me think about it. A reaction that took little time to manifest when I saw the fabric of his white slip, damp, speaking of his excitement.

Vicente pushed the door to close it, leaving it slightly ajar, but so slightly that I would have sworn and perjured that it was completely closed.

I threw myself over the bulge, on my knees, as if I knew it was what I had to do, smelling every fold of his underwear, impregnating myself with the different aromas: sweat, pre-cum, and, almost certainly, some drops of urine. Vicente let out a snort between satisfaction and disdain.

I slid my tongue slowly over the fabric, tracing the contour of his cock through the slip, evidencing its size and how his member reacted to the caress, hardening even more if possible.

—Like that, I like it. I knew you were craving it —he said with his deep and rough voice, evidencing a certain contempt for my person, something that made my skin prickle.

Such was my dedication that the fabric ended up becoming subtly transparent, showing a perfect glans, worthy of a magazine. I listened to his breathing getting heavier and heavier, until, without warning, he pulled me away from my task and slid the elastic waistband of his slip, freeing his cock. I swear it took me a lot to maintain my composure, since, despite having seen it in a flaccid state, while I was peeing in his barbershop, and I had just palpated it with my lips, it was enormous: about 21 cm of lean, thick flesh, like a tube glass.

The glans shone, slightly purple, due to the prominent erection he had, and, to my surprise, as if it were a gift from heaven, a viscous thread of pre-cum fell slowly until it ended on the floor.

At that moment, I forgot my misgivings and restrictions. I threw myself directly to savor it, being quickly stopped by Vicente.

—You have it clear, don't you? —he said seriously—. Later I don't want complaints. If you agree, it's fully surrendered.

—Yes, bastard —I said excitedly—. I want to swallow it all.

Vicente furrowed his brow and gave me a tremendous slap.

—We'll go profiling how you have to call me, but bastard is not among the possibilities. Now open that mouth.

I had barely finished saying "open" and I had already opened it wide to respond to hi...