Mark walked into his house and threw his keys on a little table by the door. The ride has been short but quiet, but Mark had somehow managed to squeeze two cigarettes into the trip. You watched as he undressed and sat in a recliner, pushing it back. He put a fresh cigarette in his mouth and lit it, letting it dangle.
“Feeling you in my mustache is really doing it for me,” Mark said. You looked over his flabby, hairy gut and could just see the tip of his cock, his hand stroking it gently. You couldn’t believe what was happening. You stepped forward out of the hair in disbelief. As you did you slipped on Mark’s lip and fell, hitting the cigarette. You could see Mark’s stroking had sped up a little. He drug hard on the cigarette, and you wrapped your arms around it best you could. Smoke came pouring out of his mouth around the Marlboro.
Out of curiosity you slowly and carefully climbed down, able to stand on his lip where there was a small opening. Without warning his top lip squeezed you onto his bottom lip as he took a drag on his cigarette. When the pressure released a warm torrent of smoke blew you off the lip.
You landed on his soft hairy belly, unharmed. You guessed your small size made you less susceptible from injury from a large fall. You saw Mark’s fingers coming too late and he grabbed you with ease. When they opened they dropped you on the tip of his cock.
Every time Mark stroked, his foreskin could cover you. It was sticky with precum, coating you in the process. You stepped towards the center of the tip to try to avoid the foreskin, unaware Mark was about to blow his load. A torrent of warm cum shot out if his cock and blew you onto…
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