One Night Stand with a Castration Fetishist

And my tits bounced in his face.

I smiled at him as I pressed them together.

Thanks.

He bucked at my grasp, desperate for more of my touch on his cock and less on his bruised testicles.

"Can you promise me you're going to act like you want to be castrated for the rest of your blowjob, no matter what?" I asked.