The air was charged that night. Wyatt nervously adjusted his tight shirt as he approached the swanky lounge. His heart raced as he walked inside. His first time with a man was about to begin. It felt like a dream; a surreal, sexual awakening. Hot skin on hot skin electric in its intensity. He’d never forget this night.
Browsing: Wyatt
His body against mine crackled with electricity; I could feel the heat radiating between us. I took him in my arms, savoring the trembling anticipation, the sheer terror of the unknown. We touched, tentatively, and then more eagerly, exploring the other’s lips, necks, chest and below. We quivered with pleasure, having found our ultimate desire.
The taste of Wyatt’s hot, salty skin was enough to make my mouth water and I eagerly refused it away. His huge member was thick and alluring and I savored every inch as I licked and sucked it with wild abandon. His sighs of pleasure only seemed to stoke the heat between us and when he finally shuddered in release, I was there for the ride.
The taste was so much more than expected: hot, a little salty and definitely the sweetest liberation I’d experienced in months. His load was not only an eruption of carnal pleasure, but a reminder of the power of passion. With each surge of cum down my throat, I felt the heat of his desire and embraced it with a newfound awareness of my own libido.
He released a flood of explosive hot cum straight into my mouth – I felt it fill every corner of my throat and dribble down my chin. Even in the dark of night, hung with a dark veil of lust, I could see the look of pleasure on his face. If only the night had no end.