I looked upon him with a lustful and greedy stare. My hands slowly roamed his body like an unexplored territory, his figure was a quivering leaf in fall. My movement was slow as could be as I tried to memorize every crevice and curve of his body. He truly was art. Every bump, angle, mount, and dip was art.
Heated sounds escaped his moist and sore cavern as my fingers ventured his frame. Desperate and needy are two words I would use to describe this display of his. It was an absolutely ravishing sight. His squirming never ceased- even in the moments I would stop groping him.
His skin was so soft and smooth that I feared that my touch would shatter him like fine pottery. My usual brash and pushy demeanor seemed to disappear around him, and I was quite grateful. I was quite erotic contrasting to him, but nonetheless, our minds held the same intent.
I smiled at the petite and flustered man, love radiating through us all the while. To think everything happened in a heartbeat.
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