Deep, thick. Gay sex He fucked me hard, slapping my ass as I clutched at the sheets. One of them grabbed my face—not too rough, but firm—and pushed me back onto the bed. I felt the pressure as he pushed inside. I swallowed every drop.Then, without a word, he stepped out.Seconds later, the door creaked open. Back home, I knew things wouldn’t be the same. He waved me in.Inside, we sat on the bed, and I tried to break the tension.“Do you do this often?” I asked.He smiled. Five minutes later, I arrived at a local hostel. My heart pounded with each step. I was helpless. I didn’t disagree.And when they asked if I wanted more—if I’d keep coming back—I didn’t hesitate.“Yes,” I whispered. I’m a 24-year-old Indian guy, freshly back in the country after six years in Paris. When I got to the top, I wasn’t alone. He pulled out, and the next guy took his place, using the leftover cum as lube. I gasped.Another stepped up and fed me his cock, filling my mouth as I was pounded below. One of them grabbed my face—not too rough, but firm—and pushed me back onto the bed. But the anticipation… it was electric.They stripped. Come now.”No face pic.
