The Note Said: Call Me Pt 2

When he first started to cum, I wasn’t ready for the taste of his seed, but after I got over my initial revulsion, I welcomed the sharp, salty tang and earthy bitterness of his love juice.
Part 1
*****
While at first I struggled, I begin to cooperate with the inevitable and accept his thick, hot release – then found myself sucking again, licking, as the spurts became weaker, I found myself trying to encourage more jizz out of him. He gasped with pleasure grunting and shuddering as his orgasm continued, and I hoped Marley had really left her house, because I was sure she would be able to hear him if she were home. For my part I continued my enthusiastic sucking – and had realized a certain amount of pride that I was making him cum in spectacular fashion. I found myself swallowing shot after shot, and as his pumping slowed – I began to look forward to the next wave, and the next. If I was forced to drink his cum, I was determined to get it over with and drain every last drop from the son of a bitch – and it seemed that he had lots of drops to give me. I don’t ever remember having such a long orgasm myself, and I don’t think I’d ever shot as much cum in my whole life as he was making me drink right now.
Finally, sensitive and nearly spent, he let go of my head and began to roll-in his massive fire hose of a cock. By now, I didn’t want to let it go, and squeezed it gently, trying to drain all the cum from it, but he pulled it from my mouth and looked down at me with a smile. He took the wet end of his sensitive...