Tenth Lesson: The Thick and Strong Probe
Immediately following, a warm mouth enveloped it. It was an ultimate sucking sensation, the tongue wildly swirling around the glans, the oral walls tightly adhering to my shaft, and the throat emitting swallowing sounds. That wet, unreserved thrusting and sucking felt extraordinarily wild in the cold bathroom.
I knew it was Dr. Lin; I imagined him kneeling on the floor next door, having removed his white coat, like a devout believer, casting aside all his professionalism and pride to serve my genitals. This feeling of being worshiped was more arousing than any lubricant.
His sucking technique was truly superb, each thrust carrying a strong rhythmic sense, the tip of his tongue occasionally teasing the frenulum, making me tingle all over my scalp. The desire I had accumulated over three days was about to soar to the clouds in his greedy mouth.
That partition blocked the view but amplified the touch infinitely. I couldn't see him, only feel that greedy mouth; this unknown, secretive stimulation made my pleasure skyrocket geometrically. The air was filled with incense, but it couldn't cover the rapidly heating sexual atmosphere between us.