Fellating a Fallen Angel: Wesley’s Secret
There was something special about Wesley that made it impossible for me to ignore him. He was a fallen angel, an impossibly gorgeous specimen of masculine beauty whom I had seen around the city one too many times. I could do nothing but stare when I bumped into him at a downtown cafe, and we soon found ourselves exchanging steamy glances as we desperately tried to avoid conversation. I could sense that something had to happen, something as powerful and seductive as the angels of our most cherished faith. He whispered into my ear ever so softly, “Let’s go back to your place and act out our own little fallen angel’s play.” I knew what he meant, and I was more than ready for it. We arrived at my place, and the boldness that I had always associated with Wesley was on full display. He sat down on my bed, spreading his legs and inviting me. I knelt down in front of him and lingered my lips as he let out a deep sigh of pleasure. I took his hard cock into my mouth, and soon I felt the tightness of his heavenly hole pressing against my tongue. – a night I will never forget.
Table of Contents
- 1. Welcoming the Fallen Angel with a Wet Kiss
- 2. The Softly Evil Pleasure of Staring up into Wesley’s Eyes
- 3. Exploring the Naughty Depths of Wesley’s Private Garden
- 4. Mastering the Art of Delightful Torment by Fellating Wesley’s Angelic Shaft
- The Conclusion
1. Welcoming the Fallen Angel with a Wet Kiss
Take off his shoes. Kiss him passionately.
It was the middle of the night, but neither of us was going to be sleeping anytime soon. Wesley had stumbled in, never making a single sound above a whisper. There were years of experience between us, and it had been too long since we’d been together. I stood behind the door, watching as he stripped away layers of clothing until he was revealed in all his glory–a beautiful, wide-eyed fallen angel. The soft golden light of the waning moon fell on his body, sending shadows all around us.
Take him in your arms.
We kissed like we hadn’t seen each other in years, tongues intertwining, bodies pressing closer and closer together. I ran my hands through his dark hair, savoring the way his body felt against mine. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his heart beat in rhythm with mine. The air was thick with desire, and I wanted him more than I ever had before. I kissed him harder, sending my love into his body, my passion overwhelming him until he could barely breathe.
2. The Softly Evil Pleasure of Staring up into Wesley’s Eyes
The Anticipation of His Glance
Standing naked in the semi-dark, I nervously await his presence. His tall, fit body moves fluidly and far too easily towards me. His eyes, a striking icy blue, trail over my body like a physical caress. I can’t stop myself from shuddering as his gaze takes in every single detail. His expression is playful and his eyes twinkle as if he knows a secret. He leans closer and his breath tickles my skin, setting off a stream of electricity all throughout my body. I feel vaguely uncomfortable, like I’m being sized up and found wanting, but I’m too entranced to pull away.
Fellating a Fallen Angel
My lips close around his hard, sleek shaft as my hands grip his hips firmly. I suck hard and can feel his approval as he shudders above me. I meet his gaze and can feel his intensified pleasure. His hands rake through my hair and his body arches as I increase the intensity of my movements. I close my eyes, savoring the salty slick taste as I slip onto the smooth head of his dick. I am in a trance and the only thing I’m aware of is the urgency in my groin as I lick, suck, work my mouth over his flesh. Wesley leans back and his moans of pleasure the only sound. Suddenly, I am thrust towards an earth-shattering climax and Wesley’s hands grip my head tightly as I feel a wave of pleasure over me. As Wesley cums and my head relaxes, I open my eyes and meet his gaze. The pleasure and the intensity in his eyes is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
3. Exploring the Naughty Depths of Wesley’s Private Garden
Forgotten Chemistry:
The encounter began with an unexpected knock at the door. A fallen angel lay on the doorstep–unable to remember who he was yet overpowered by a passionate past that he could still recall in snippets. I knew right away that the enigmatic visitor was Wesley; a long lost acquaintance who had graced me with his presence months ago with promises of a return. We greeted each other with a knowing look and a gentle embrace, the familiarity of our bodies stirring a dormant chemistry unleashed with the depths of our kiss.
We slowly undressed each other, exploring the hidden secrets of our skintones and exploring every warmth and softness beneath. His body was perfect, and all I could imagine was claiming him again with the fiery passion we once shared beneath the stars. I kneeled between his legs, opening my eyes to behold his prime. His desire was evident; his soft yet unforgiving form hardened under my touch. I engulfed his arousal into my mouth, eagerly scanning each and every texture until I felt his explosion fill me with pleasure. Wesley lay motionless for a moment, unknowingly taken to a realm of holy eroticism.
4. Mastering the Art of Delightful Torment by Fellating Wesley’s Angelic Shaft
The first thing I noticed was his angelic shaft – not overly large, not overly small – perfectly proportioned and elegant. Its smooth skin glowed in the light, a hint of pinkness stained its curves. I savored the urgency that seemed to emanate from the bulging veins when touched. I took it in my hands, sighing contentedly as I ran my tongue delicately over the perfect shape.
His moan indicated that my fingers and my tongue had found the perfect spot, so I explored deeper. Every interpretive move gave him a new burst of pleasure, and I trailed my tongue from pulsing head to his red-tinged tip, licking and sucking, rotating then stopping to play. Every flick of my tongue had him begging for more, and I increased my movements until I finally felt a quiver emanating through his entire body.
The Conclusion
The angel had plummeted to earth, and in our hands we had hold of his wings, and maybe, his soul. He writhed beneath us, the heavenly being, against the divine pleasure we gave unto him with our mouths. Soon enough, he laid before us, spent from our careful administrations. The once angel had become human, the thrum of pleasure in his veins filling him with a bliss only earthly creatures know. Soon enough, all that remained was nothing more than the faint smell of sex, and a mysterious, untraceable smile.
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