Staring at his sleeping face and uncovered body as I fondle myself doesn’t bring any of it back, but it does remind me of how I would feel when he dominated me. He smiles and all but eye-fucks me when his father’s looking the other way, but that’s all. Gay sex Flehmening, I take in his scent. “The first thing I did was go out and try to find someone else to fill the massive hole in my heart. “Just relax,” I say, pushing my muzzle forward until my nose rests gently against his taint, and flehmen again. I can feel myself getting high from tasting him again, delighting in the extra taste of his own son on his skin and swallowing mouthful after mouthful of Kobus-infused spit.I feel his foreskin roll over and back as he pushes his flesh along my tongue, occasionally pausing to let me suckle on his tip and winkle the last remaining dribbles of semen from it. The jokes are fine, and some light flirting. “Ya, it is funny. Taxes. So close. Being the angel in my life without even trying, while I grow my dastardly horns.I squeeze the melted ice pack, dripping condensation onto my shirt, then press it to my face as if to cool it
