Savoring my friend's climax

After a night of partying, I found myself alone with my friend, his body trembling with anticipation. He's been craving my touch for weeks, and now the moment had finally arrived. I could smell his arousal, a sweet scent that only he emits. I leaned in, my tongue dancing over his throbbing member, savoring every drop of his salty essence. The taste was intoxicating, a flavor that only he could provide. I took him deeper, my lips sliding over his length, relishing every moment. His breath hitched as I reached the base, my tongue tracing the path back up. I could feel his climax building, his body tensing in anticipation. And then, with a gasp, he came, his hot release filling my mouth. I swallowed it all, relishing the taste of his climax. It was a taste of pure pleasure, a flavor that only he could provide.