My knees were shaking.He picked up the pace, slow and deep and hypnotic, and I could feel myself starting to lose it. His lips wrapped around my shaft as his tongue swirled, soft and wet and perfect. Gay sex Kisses that taste like wine and promises. We just kissed like we had all the time in the world to devour each other. My breath hitched. ” Let me taste you, ma chérie(my darling). I fucking miss it.””I miss that twink little hole of yours, where are you? I sat in one of his t-shirts. I pressed my lips to his collarbone, kissing my way down slowly across his chest, his abs, the sharp V of his hips. “You taste like a desert, ma chérie,” he said, voice wrecked. Eyes locked on mine. We just kissed like we had all the time in the world to devour each other. My knees were shaking.He picked up the pace, slow and deep and hypnotic, and I could feel myself starting to lose it. He moaned softly when my dick hit the back of his throat deep, not from discomfort, like he liked it, like it turned him on.
