He can’t hear you. His brain is busy being re-wired. So, go ahead, shout his name right into his ear, like it will make a difference. Like his eardrums will even register, next to the mountain of sensation that he’s being bombarded with.
Did you know that clits have over 8000 nerve endings? That’s right, all those little lights all crammed in next to each other. Totally disrupts the brain when they’re manipulated. Well those lips of his…. there’s 8000 endings per inch. His lips are made of clits, and I doubt that next to that, he can even register the sensation of you shouting at him.
And then there’s the all new stuff. Those milk ducts are drawing a lot of focus too, his nipples are hitting pretty similar numbers, and on top of that, it’s an entirely alien sensation he’s feeling there. All that milk, drip drip dripping, squeezing it’s way out of those tiny holes… must feel like heaven in those tits of his.
Plus, you saw. I just came in his mouth. My jizz is slowly dripping down his throat, and he really likes that now. Well, “needs it” might be a more accurate phrase, but hey, point being? He’s fairly distracted at the moment. He’s not gonna know it’s you talking to him. He’s not gonna even know who you are.
So, might as well flop out your cock, and give him what he wants right? If you don’t, he’s not gonna care about your widdle fwiendship any more, he’s gonna wander off and find someone who will.
