I’ll sit back if it becomes too much. Don’t worry. I just need you in my mouth Sunday. [ he licks his lips and starts unzipping his pants. ] Come on. Help me… this fabric is in the way. I want you on my tongue. [ he gives the fabric another lick, tasting him faintly and having to bite back a soft moan. ] Sunday… you’ll have to choke me on your dick to stifle me.