My lips caressed each contour of his perfectly sculpted chest, searching for that perfect point of sweet pleasure and nectar that drives me wild. Fingers dance along skin, heaving breaths in anticipation of the nectar I crave. I dive in hungrily, taking it all in with my tongue. His moan of delight tells me I’m doing it right. Soon, the entire room was filled with the moans of our mutual craving. This was nothing short of bliss.