miss you. He closed the door behind us. “Uh, so this…,” he said. Gay porn He rolled onto his side, facing me, and scooted in to press against me. “It’s weird, right? No underwear. He broke the kiss. He was asleep, curled against my side, arm still over my chest. I think he purred softly. Why else would he be standing there?I swallowed, held my breath. I walked past him into the living room. His dick pressed into the side of my leg. No underwear. He broke the kiss. And I had let myself doze off! OHFUCK.” I was straining my tongue as far as I could go, swirling, stretching, matching his grunts. It wasn’t quite the disembodied feeling that sometimes happens during sex, when you’re intensely aware of being involved in the physical activity but also simultaneously seeing the two of you from a distance, like two actors in porn scene on a TV at a bar. He glanced up at the sound and frowned. Fuck. I leaned in, kissed back. The steps slowed to a shuffle in the hallway outside the bedroom door. Which was ajar.Fuck. He straightened up, too, and as we changed positions, our cocks swung and hit each other, jutting obscenely.
