Gay Sugar Daddyγ
π―Synopsis:
“Emulsion doesn’t exist in the formation,” I try to control my voice as I maintain the eye contact, “It’s actually formed when the hydrocarbon enters the wellbore, into the casing, which we’ll have this pressure difference that will mix the oil and water like crazy, creating the emulsions.”
I definitely feel some sort of accomplishment to be able to finish my explanation as I pant, finally allowing my body to feel the exhaustion from moving too fast while answering his question that perhaps, will be in the paper I’m gonna take tomorrow.
“Tell me about emulsifying agent.” He smiles as he watches me ride him at my own pace, slow and steady but still giving both of us plenty of pleasure.
“Uhmm,” I release my hand from his shoulders then sit up, “When water is in the oil, they’re surrounded by this tough film. That tough urgh,” I choke on my words when he suddenly moves his erection from below, charging in at fast speed.
“Go on,” he smirks as he keeps thrusting in at that same speed making me shake my head, he knows I can never speak with this tension in my lower region, and I can only whimper as I hold tight onto his body, aiming for support before I fall off or something.
“Don’t stop on my account.” The cockiness in his voice, oh God I swear I’ll teach him a lesson after this.
“Ray,” I call him as I breathe heavily.
“Yes, love?” Ever so arrogant.
“Let me finish.” Still breathing heavily.
“Finish explaining? Or cumming?” I swear I will teach him a lesson once I’ve finished both.
“Explaining.” That’s all I can say when he finally slows down a second later.
“Oh God,” I straighten myself again, “Let me fucking finish first!” I hit his bare chest when he laughs, “I thought you want to finish fucking first?”
I can’t help but to laugh too. But then I gather myself again and continue with my answer, “So, this emulsifying agent.”
“Mhmm?” He raises an eyebrow as he puts his hands under his head, watching me amusedly.
“It can be paraffin or any chemicals used during drilling. They prevent the water droplets from bumping into each other, that they can’t be together. Meaning-”
“Like us?”
“Huh?” Okay he totally caught me off guard there. And after a moment when it finally has settled in my brain I nod, “Yeah, just like us. There’s no way we can be together. We’ll just float until a demulsifier comes to break this film, this emulsifying agent.”
He sighs, “I have a lot of demulsifier, love.” By demulsifier, he means money.
“And I don’t care about your demulsifier. I never care about it.” He knows about this.
“How about until your internship is over?”
I laugh eventhough it’s not even funny, “I’m already giving you bonus by doing this until my paper tomorrow.” He’s the first sugar daddy I allow to be with me this long. So no,...