giving choso under the table support when he’s at his desk gaming mic’d up.
you never did it when he was just playing regularly, but you always did it when he had his mic on, to see him squirm and adjust his voice so he could act normally.
this was your favorite thing to do in your past time; watch him try to win and talk to his friends while you were sucking the soul out of him.
he knew what you were doing, yet he let you do it every time. he just couldn’t resist the way your tongue moved slowly up and down his shaft, then to the tip.
his legs jerking whenever you hit a sensitive spot on his length, his eyes squinting, trying to focus in on the lit screen.
his hands jerking on the mouse and losing shots, trying to focus in on what’s happening, but the way you’re teasing his tip is sending his
slowly moving his hand down to your cheek, caressing with his thumb whenever they take a break, grinning down at you, reassuring you that you’re doing a good job.
“choso what’s wrong? did you just come back from a run?” his legs are still twitching, trying to focus on what’s happening under his desk and on his screen.
“yeah… i’m good. i just... i’m tired.” while looking down at you, your eyes looking straight up at his, and his heart beating faster.
you never failed to make him cum while you were under there; he had a sensitive dick, and you knew where his weak spots were.
but when you felt that it wasn’t enough, you would keep sucking, and he would lose his mind.
his friends are getting mad at him because he’s losing shots, his legs are twitching nonstop, and his whimpering is getting noticeably louder.
but one thing he knew not to do was say he was leaving or turn off the game. you made him swear not to, and if you did, you wouldn’t have sex with him again.
that scared the shit out of him, so he obliged, his dick getting drained to the bone while trying to win a game.
constantly getting scolded for throwing the game, but the only thing he can focus on is how well you’re taking him down your throat.
you sucked him down so many times that you became a master at getting him to cum back to back.
one time you made him cum four times in a row, he threw game after game, and the only thing he could do was throw his head down while balling his fist and whimpering.
your hands would occasionally milk him out, but you wanted your mouth to do all the work. he reacted best when you were physically sucking the cum out of him.
licking up the pre-cum that was falling down into your mouth, and not even ten seconds later, he was cumming into your mouth, not even trying to hold back.
your mouth was his weakness, and he couldn’t stop you.
