The White Load Upon The Rocks

I then began to slowly crawl out of the water like a hungry alligator, creeping on the rock and over Rich's legs. His cock was so beautiful as I carried about a quarter of a burrito in my hands, mashing it in my palms and when I arrrived with my mouth near Rich's pulsating prick I rubbed the smashed burrito portion all over his rod. His dick was so beautiful, so long and slender and hard as the rock he sat upon. He looked up to the sunny blue sky as seagulls flew by and squawked their approval of the way I began to devour my meal. I bobbed my head up and down upon Rich's erection, taking in the flesh of his shaft and feeling the rushing blood of his dick blend with the taste of the hot sauce and the spicy ground beef; the savory robust flavor of refried beans collided with the taste of the tip of his purple cock head and he gasped. His pupils rolled back into his head as he smeared the burritos chunks all over his pectorals, letting chunks of tortilla shell and tomato roll down his belly and land in his beautiful blonde patch of curly pubic hairs.

As I sucked. And I licked; and I stroked and handled his beautiful dick while I chewed on the burrito bits upon my teeth and waited for the rush of his cum to flood into my throat and join the melted cheese that rested in my belly. it was all so gorgeous, so satisfying to all my hungers and I had Rich's feet to thank. They had served as the portal, as the gateway to my feasting on his luscious cock. Then just as a huge wave roared and splashed over the rocks that is when a monstrous, warm gush of Rich's jizz erupted into my mouth. Rich screamed as I slobbered and gasped and howled. I was in a frenzy as I felt his load crawl down my throat. It was all too much; it was too hot; too spicy; too heavenly and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be there on the rocks with Rich that day. Sucking cock. Eating burritos. Sucking on toes and kissing feet. Is there really a better way to spend a summer?