Bearded Carlos’s hands grasped my hips as I dropped to my knees, his eyes locked onto mine with a burning intensity. The scent of his white shirt wafted up, mingling with the musk of our desire as he revealed his thick, black cock. My mouth watered in anticipation, salivating at the thought of engulfing that hot, hard dick.
As I wrapped my lips around Carlos’s length, his grip on my hips tightened, and he began to slowly thrust into my eager mouth. The velvety texture of his skin danced on my tongue as I sucked him deep, taking every inch of his cock down my throat. His pants were a low growl in the back of his throat, a primal sound that echoed through my very being.
My head bobbed up and down, my lips sealed tightly around Carlos’s shaft as I devoured him. The warmth of his cock spread through me, igniting a fire within my belly that threatened to consume me whole. His dick pulsed in my mouth, demanding more, and I obliged, my tongue working overtime to bring him closer to the edge.
The air was thick with the sound of our heavy breathing as Carlos’s climax neared. My eyes never left his, drinking in the raw desire etched on his face. With a final, powerful thrust, he filled my mouth with his cum, and I swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste of his release.
As we caught our breath, the tension between us remained palpable, the air crackling with the promise of more to come. The camera clicked away, capturing the raw, unbridled passion of this Venezuelan encounter, a testament to the primal power of gay desire and the unrelenting drive for cock.
