Gently pull back the curtain.And there he is.His back to the glass. Gay porn The way his breathing sharpened. Dirty.Chris’s fingers started spreading me wider while his tongue drilled deeper inside me. Something stupid. Hot.I hate her.I hate how her moans are echoing through the alley. The way his breathing sharpened. Let him fuck my throat, gag me a little, moan against him just to feel him twitch. I sucked deeper, faster. His rhythm was relentless.“Oh my God,” Adam gasped. I can’t even hear it.My throat feels dry. I can’t even hear it.My throat feels dry. Maybe I should’ve pulled back on Friday instead of deepthroating him until he collapsed back on the bed, sweaty and panting like I’d blown his soul out.So I retreat to the canvas. His fingers tangled in my hair as he fed himself slowly into my throat, inch by inch, with this stunned look on his face. Maybe gelled. His tongue was wild. My ass full. My lips sealed around Adam’s head, just as Chris bottomed out.“Shit,” I groaned, body trembling.
