I was over him in a 69. His tongue was all over my a** and enormous testicles. The sensations were so exquisite I could not even keep an erection. Not that I cared because I had no interest in my own c***, the sensations were so overwhelmingly better than anything I had ever felt or experienced with my c***. I spent a seemingly endless amount of time panting and moaning, bracing myself with my hands on his thighs as he drove me to insanity. But I could not stop myself from frequently leaning down and shoving his c*** in my mouth. It was a place I have never been, no idea it existed. I barely registered that my own saliva was streaming down his tight balls from how wantonly zi was f****** my own mouth up and down his c***. Every time his c*** touched the back of my throat he would jackhammer thrust up unto my mouth. Even tho he was just the right length to enter my throat and panic me I could not stop until i was desperate for air. I would rise up and breathe and get distracted by his tongue all over again. At one point after I again impaled my own mouth on him I had to breath again. I caught my own reflection in the dresser mirror, saw the wanton wild expression in my own face, saw the saliva hanging from my lower lip, saw the wide eyed helplessness as his tongue bathed my balls, and I had a brief moment of vanity…this was better than any p*** I had ever watched. I was not even aware I was mindlessly jerking his c***, but I heard him moan loudly despite his face being buried in my balls, and I lowered my head and engulfed him fully. His sperm pulsed into my mouth and I tried to s*** his balls out thru his c*** until he moaned into my balls for mercy before I let him breathe.