“How was that?”I was dizzy, my eyes blurred, my heart pounding, “Incredible,” I managed to gasp out, my voice hoarse. Gay sex He was relentless, his strokes hard and fast, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me.I could feel him swelling inside me, his balls slapping against my ass as he pounded into me, and I knew he was close. The apples watched us, silent witnesses to our union, their energy mingling with ours.Panting and spent, Tim rested on my back as I remained bent over the table. Then, with a wicked smile, he wrapped his hand around my shaft and began to stroke me in time with my breathing.The sensations were intense, my body responding to his every touch. It’s energy flows through you, and you through it,” he whispered.I nodded, unable to speak, my body still singing with the aftermath of our lovemaking. I modelled for him as he took lots of photographs of my lower body to my feet, and after quite a while and a lot of work, he produced this fine piece of art and called it “The legs of fertility”, a celebration of the orchard’s life cycle.”I stared at the table, the carvings now seeming more erotic and alive.
