He clutches at the pillow, though it must be awkward with his hands bandaged. I hope it does not pain him overmuch.

My hands warm on his hips, I lick up his length again, flirting my tongue briefly around the groove on the underside of the head.

I nibble very lightly at the very edge of the flare of the head, then wet my tongue properly once more and flick it across the slit. He tastes most wonderful. Salty-sweet, aroused.

My Genta.