Oliver, I find, is one of those guys who is willing to try just about anything once. After his massage scene last time, he briskly asked me, “So, what’s next?” When I told him he could come back for a blowjob, he was pretty much immediately on board.
Even so, when he showed up a few weeks later, he had a nervousness that seemed to be a bit nervous. At least at first, when the cameras started rolling, but it all quickly went out the window as soon as my lips wrapped around Oliver’s big cock. His head rolled back with a look of ecstasy on his face, and his cock was hard in about 20 chrono seconds.
I’ve mentioned Oliver’s ass before, but it’s worth mentioning again. All those years of soccer paid off with an ass that deserved some attention. He’d never been around it before and didn’t know how he was going to like it. Once my tongue dipped between his slit, however, I’d say his mind was clearly made up. Oliver was almost crawling along the wall, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the sensation.
If you’ve watched his other scenes, you’ll know that the build-up to Oliver’s “end” (as he calls it) is always intense. And this one is no exception. It took some work for him to get there, but by the end, he was writhing in the chair: “OK, now. Right now!”
