“What’s the catch?”Want more than just the sex? I slowed, then pulled out.I turned him around and pressed against him, kissing him deeply. Gay sex I used spit. Arms around my neck, he lowered himself onto my cock with a moan that nearly buckled my knees.He was hot. My tongue worked his hole with long, slow strokes, nose pressed close.”Oh my God,” he said, louder now.I stood up and pushed my cock between his cheeks, turning his face toward me. My tongue worked his hole with long, slow strokes, nose pressed close.”Oh my God,” he said, louder now.I stood up and pushed my cock between his cheeks, turning his face toward me. But it was his ass that held me. I turned his face again and kissed him.”Oh… fuck me…”I almost laughed. His cock rubbed against my stomach, slippery and leaking precum. Thicker.I smiled. The door was open.He stood in the shower with his back to me, water rolling down the length of his body. “What’s the catch?”Want more than just the sex?
