小月娘

That night, I invited him over to my place, and outside, the rain was pouring down, pounding against the windowpane. The only light in the room came from a small bedside lamp, casting a dim glow, and the curtains were not fully closed, allowing us to catch glimpses of the rain being blown sideways by the wind. We sat in the living room for a while, him leaning against me, me leaning against him, looking at our phones, and later, when I started to feel a bit hot, I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. I pushed him onto the bed and made him lie down, then knelt beside him. Usually, I'm not very proactive, but seeing him lying there, his breathing a bit irregular, I couldn't help but kiss his chest, working my way down, and when I reached his abdomen, I took his erect penis in my hand and gently stroked it. As I moved down further, I kissed his testicles, noticing they were tightly contracted, and I started licking them from the base, slowly making my way up the middle, all the way to the base of his penis. My tongue was wet and warm, and with my saliva, I slowly opened up the tight area. His skin was slightly salty, with a hint of body heat, and I could feel his testicles relaxing under my tongue. Once they were relaxed, I tried to gently take one side of his scrotum between my teeth and slowly pulled it outwards. He didn't make a sound, but his breathing became coarser. I knew this wouldn't hurt him much, so I continued to pull gently, my tongue licking underneath. His testicles were contracting in my mouth, and I felt myself getting hot and wet down below. As I held his testicles in my mouth, my other hand stroked his penis up and down at a moderate pace. The sound of the rain outside was constant, and in the room, there was only our heavy breathing and the sound of our bodies moving. His fingers, gripping the bedsheet, tensed up, and I took his testicles deeper into my mouth, sucking gently, my tongue licking the folds of his scrotum. When I felt his testicles start moving in my mouth again, I increased the speed of my hand, helping him masturbate, while my tongue continued to circle his testicles. He let out a low, muffled moan, his waist slightly arching upwards. I took his testicles out of my mouth and switched to the other side, continuing to gently pull on his scrotum with my teeth, then sucking on it again. My saliva was flowing a bit too much, dripping down onto his testicles. My hand never stopped moving, stroking his penis up and down, my thumb occasionally brushing against the tip. He was getting harder, and I took the head of his penis into my mouth, my tongue circling the coronal groove, my hand maintaining the rhythm. His breathing was getting more and more irregular, his legs tensing up. As I held him in my mouth, I occasionally looked up at him, and he was staring at me, his eyes a bit unfocused. I sucked harder, his testicles contracting in my mouth, and my hand moved faster. It wasn't long before he let out a low growl, his waist suddenly arching upwards, and I quickly took him deeper into my mouth, feeling him ejaculate, hot and intense. I slowly swallowed, my tongue still licking his glans, until he relaxed, panting, and pulled me into his arms. I lay on his chest, still wet down below, the sound of the rain continuing outside. He stroked my hair, his voice hoarse. I buried my head in his neck, not saying a word, just lightly kissing his clavicle. The light in the room was still on, and we just lay there, our breathing slowly calming down.