I was thinking the other day about the incredible blow jobs that Gloria gave me, doing the full swallow each time. More precisely, I was thinking about how grateful I was that she didn't give up on me when it took me forever to squirt into her mouth. She sucked my cock with a passion with which I'd never had it sucked before and by the time she drained me her neck had to have been sore from bobbing her head like a jack hammer for what seemed like a very long time.
Somewhere along the line, I lost the ability to keep my cock interested and hard for hours with only a light touch building my urge to cum slowly and deeply. As a kid I could keep myself on the verge of ejaculating for over an hour while ogling all of the pictures and touching myself with only a teasing finger or two. Nowadays there are times when I'm awfully tempted to hook my dick up to the air hammer and fire up the compressor to maximum PSI.
I know. I'm such an enigma. I have the sex life of a king compared to a lot of guys, and here I am at times craving a simple handjob that lasts for a few hours with a butterfly's touch and an excruciatingly long build toward a massive orgasm.
how glad I was to enjoy her amazing style.