As I sucked his dick, the cock in my mouth pulsated with an insatiable hunger, demanding more of my eager lips. My Puerto Rican lover’s hands tangled in my dark hair, pulling me closer to devour him whole. The air was thick with the sweet scent of sex and sweat as our bodies collided on the worn mattress.
He rammed his erection deeper into my mouth, a primal growl erupting from his chest as I struggled to accommodate the girth of his cock. My lips stretched wide, the tip of his penis grazing the back of my throat. The taste of his pre-cum mingled with mine, an intoxicating cocktail that left me craving more.
I released his dick, my mouth aching but still hungry for the porn star in front of me. His eyes gleamed like polished onyx as he gazed down at me, his dick jutting out like a proud monument to his masculinity. I licked my lips, the memory of their warmth still clinging to them, and reached for his cock once more.
He grasped my wrist, pulling me up onto my knees beside him. Our gazes locked, two gay men consumed by our primal urge to fuck. His hands wrapped around my hips, yanking me back against him as he buried his dick deep within my ass. I felt the sting of his entry, a fleeting moment of pain giving way to an explosion of pleasure.
With each thrust, our bodies became one, our moans and grunts blending into a symphony of raw, unbridled sex. His cock pistoned in and out of me, a relentless rhythm that threatened to consume us both. As we climaxed together, the room echoed with the primal cry of satisfaction, a testament to the power of gay desire and the unrelenting need for more.
