Sean’s cock was the nectar of pleasure. Its succulent texture glistened, a perfect concoction of corporeal delight. Every touch sent a ripple of heat coursing through my body, lifting me higher into rapture…I couldn’t get enough.
Soft lips. Wet tongue. Fiercely devoted attention. Sean’s manhood a not-so-gentle reminder of how amazing love can taste. My hunger unbounded, his pleasure double-fold. A bond like this sealed with affection and body quakes – now ours in memory.