He had talents, that’s for sure. He teased and probed each nerve ending until the pressure was unbearable. His motion was so deliberate, so skillful, as if he could read my body like a roadmap. I could feel his thick tongue full of pleasure, coating my shaft like an oil slick. Each deep gasp of air from his lips sending a roar of pleasure throughout my body. The intensity so strong, and then suddenly it built to an impossible crescendo that I never knew possible. Strangled and broken, I fell into ecstasy still tasting the sweetness of this Ibizan stranger.