Ian
I stare at Victor like a lovesick fool for the longest time ever. And he stares back, all darkness and heat. The next second I am on him, kissing him like a man possessed and all he can do is return those kisses, his body falling back under the weight of my own. I feel his hard d*ick pressing to my abdomen and his strong hands all over my back, and suddenly his body is all I can think, and feel and breathe. I want him so badly, I am thirsty for every inch of his naked skin.
His tongue is playing with mine right now, and he is lifting himself from the couch, taking over the kiss.
“Turn around,” Victor orders breathlessly when I am getting too impatient, my hands squeezing his c*ock mercilessly to get him to finally start f*****g me.
I oblige immediately and I am on the couch, face
