the taste of cock.
nothing like stories described, nothing like I'd ever cared to imagine.
a frustrating puzzlement at the eternity I was at it.
the clinical tone of instructions without warmth.
a noticeable absence of caresses or approval
Spurts of milky (they got that right) diluted cream
landing on my face, hair, everywhere
half disgusted, I take it in like a 3rd-rate documentary