Browsing: tongue-in-cheek

The man had a salty musk that clung to the insides of Lincoln’s throat like cream. He licked eagerly, hungrily, letting his tongue tireless weave between the man’s thighs as he thrust harder, faster, skin slapping against skin as he rode to the sound of the moonlit sky. An orgasmic explosion as they both let out a guttural cry, and a connection that lasted until the moon died.

He tasted like sea salt and sweet cream, wrapping around my tongue like a wooly blanket. I savored every drop of Elias’ hot load, his need for release echoing in the heavy night air. I kissed him passionately, savoring him, still tasting the salty and sweet sensations on my lips.