With long strokes of his tongue, Vic worshipped Matt’s c**k. On his knees now, he concentrated on the full length of Matt’s erection, beginning at the tip and swirling down to the thick base, buried in musky curls. His saliva slicked down Matt’s dark pubic hair, coated his throbbing balls, cooled the heated skin behind them that Vic licked out to taste. “God,” Matt sobbed. His body was on fire, ignited by his lover, a pyre burning bright, fueled by mutual desire.
Suddenly Vic stood and turned, dropping his own jeans to the floor to present the twin pale mounds of his buttocks. “f**k me, Matty,” he growled as he gripped the sink in both hands, feet spread apart as wide as they’d go with the jeans cuffing his ankles. “f**k me hard. You know how I like it.”
Matt didn’t have to be asked twic
