He squealed and panted as you worked his excited little clitty. You could feel him shuddering more frequently within your grip as he squeaked, squealed, and moaned as pleasure overwhelmed him. His entire body froze in shock when you pressed your lips against him. In his state, it was doubtful that he could even have managed to stop you from invading his mouth even if he had the inclination to do so. His tongue struggled mostly by trying to evade you, but you were persistent and his upcoming release had him distracted to boot. His load was weak, watery, and thin mostly dribbling out to drool down the length and drool over his sack before finally dripping onto the ground where it belonged.
He barely moved panting in an attempt to recover from the apparent exertion of such a pathetically weak discharge tensing when you gave him one final flick before pulling away. His eyes remained downcast, and you could see the thoughts running through his head. Likely some mix of confusion and shame of what you had done to him.
He tensed when you told him of your plans for tomorrow. "Yes sir," The words seem to pass his lips easier now like he is settling into his position. "When should I be there?"