The fur on his chest no longer itches my torso.
I can feel his lips becoming warmer.
I send my tongue forward. His lips surrender and grant me entrance.
I yearn for the feeling of his warm breath mixed with mine, but it's not just there yet.
The muscles of his shoulder are becoming softer. I grab him even harder.
My hand on his cock is still far away from that sweet warm feeling.
I continue rubbing his dick, knowing he is being consumed by my touch.
DR
2019-10-08 18:51:38 +0000 UTC