His velvet tongue protruded past my lips and carefully paying attention to every inch of my mouth. Our tongues danced together in a waltz of sorts. My eyes fluttered closed at the surprising pleasure. His right hand molded to cup the side of my face. His free hand slid under my hospital gown to fondle my nipples. God, I've never felt something so good in my life.
He stopped making out with me to bite softly on the bottom of my ear. I let a groan escape my lips. He licked a warm trail from my ear to my neck. His hands were at work, trying to keep me at the peak of pleasure, but not enough to push me over the edge. He stopped kissing me to pull my gown.
He began to stroke my already erect member. Moans filled with pleasure and want echoed throughout the small room. "Hmmm. Would I get sick if I blew you," he said tauntingly. "You won't. You won't-God, just please, blow me." I heard a small chuckle before I felt a small trail being licked all the way from the base to the tip. He swirled his tongue around the head. I groaned loudly.
The delicious warmth then slowly started to slide down my dick. I looked down through half-closed eyes to see raven-black hair moving up and down. The feeling was indescribable. The way his tongue worked expertly to lick my entire cock. The way he increased the force of his sucking in accordance with my yells and moans.
"Oh Carlos, I'm about to cum." A little after, I felt the most amazing release. "And how exactly did that help me get better?" "Better?" he said innocently. I laughed loudly. The day after, I was finally better. In apartment 2J, I was greeted with Katie, my mom, and the boys. I didn't see Carlos anywhere though. But I could swear I heard someone coughing.
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