The sight of his daughter watching us was both thrilling and unnerving, but John’s grip on my nipples and balls tightened, his movements growing more erratic as he watched her. The anticipation was killing us as he lifted the “Do Not Look” sign with a dramatic flourish.The painting before us was nothing short of breathtaking. Gay porn I could feel John’s body tense beside me, his grip on my hand like a lifeline in the chaos. John’s enthusiasm was contagious, and his expert mouth had me on the edge in no time. “Thanks, I guess,” I said, slipping back on my tighty whities.He chuckled. His hand was warm and calloused, a stark contrast to the softness of his touch.Once we reached the cottage, John immediately began to set up his easel and canvas, his eyes never leaving my body as I posed for him. They’re quite the sight.”The offer was tempting, and the thought of witnessing the mysterious lights with John, an island veteran, was too good to pass up.
