I am alone in the room with a German male.

He doesn't speak any English, so we've understood each other through gestures. He saw me looking at him in the bar, made a gesture for me to come closer, and I stroked his package.

He's a fifty-year-old man with gray hair, strong, with a three-day beard. A one-hundred-eighty-centimeter-tall male fucker.

We're naked, him sitting in a chair and me on all fours on the floor.

He makes a gesture, and I approach.

Without stopping to look him in the eye to see if he likes what I'm doing, I delicately take his enormous cock while letting some saliva fall onto his still-covered glans.

He nods his head.

Slowly, I undress him, caressing the skin that's gradually exposed with my tongue. After fully exposing him, I go over the base of the glans to make sure it's well lubricated.

I go up and down the skin two, three, four times to wet the foreskin.

I leave it exposed.

I blow.

I notice how the Master gets excited. I turn around, sitting on the floor with my back to him. He lifts his ass, and I put my forehead underneath. I open my mouth. He sits down, putting his huge balls inside.

They're big, matching his cock. My mouth soon fills with them. I struggle to breathe, but I notice he likes it, so I prolong the situation. With one hand, I jerk him off slowly. I want him to feel how much I desire his cock, but I don't want him to come. My tongue caresses his balls. They taste like sweat. They taste like male.

I make a gesture for him to let me out, but he refuses. He's enjoying having his balls in my mouth.

I have hair in my throat, and I'm out of breath. I stop jerking him off. He grabs my nipples forcefully; I understand the message. I continue jerking him off until he decides to stand up.

I turn around, putting my face in front of his cock.

I lick the shaft, undressing him as I reach the end. I repeat it. I continue. I want him to desire my mouth with the same intensity that I desire his cock.

I can't take it anymore; I surround his cock with my lips.

At first, only the glans. I caress it with my tongue. I fill it with saliva. I want him to feel warmth and humidity. I stay there, moving my head up and down minimally, just enough to give him pleasure without swallowing his cock.

He pulls my hair with both hands.

Now I know he's mine; I know he wants to come, that he needs to come. He's the Master, but now he's a desperate Master.

He thrusts his cock all the way in. I'm careful not to touch it with my teeth. He only feels my tongue and lips. He pulls my hair back, so I work on the glans again until he thrusts it in again.

He repeats it over and over, increasing the frequency, until he loses his strength and grabs the chair with both hands.

I have no mercy; I increase the rhythm, fucking him with my mouth.

I kn...