Pedro’s eyes locked onto mine as he stroked his thick cock, a bead of pre-cum glistening on its tip. I couldn’t help but salivate at the sight of that Puerto Rican porn star physique, the one that had made me cum countless times while watching him perform in gay porn films.
As we sat on that worn-out couch in my San Juan apartment, the air was thick with tension, a tangible mix of lust and anticipation. I reached for his beard, giving it a gentle tug, and his eyes flared with desire. “Let’s get this show started,” he growled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.
I dropped to my knees, taking his cock in my hand, feeling its firmness and the ridges of his veins. I leaned in, my lips wrapping around that dick like a warm glove, and sucked hard, my tongue dancing along the shaft as Pedro’s hips bucked involuntarily. My mouth was a vacuum, pulling every drop of his essence into me, and he cursed in Spanish, pumping his cock with renewed vigor.
I released him, my lips puffed out, and he pulled me to my feet, his fingers digging into my skin. His kiss was raw and demanding, our tongues tangling as we devoured each other on the couch. I reached for his belt, the sound of the zipper echoing through the room as I freed that magnificent cock once more.
Pedro’s eyes flashed with excitement as he grasped my head, guiding me to take him deep into my throat. I gagged slightly, but he only pulled back a little, letting me adjust before plunging in again. My jaw worked his cock, my lips suckling the head, and Pedro’s moans filled the room as he fucked my mouth with reckless abandon.
We were lost in that sweaty, erotic haze, our bodies moving in perfect sync, until he roared his release, cum shooting from the tip of his dick like a geyser. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste and texture of him, before he pulled me close, his beard scratching against my cheek as we panted together on that worn-out couch in San Juan.
