MILK RASH ALL OVER MY THIN BODY
I straddle Carlos on our bed in Puerto Rico, my legs wrapping around his hips as I suck his cock with a hunger that never subsides. His dick is like a rod of pleasure, thick and hard, pulsing with every beat of his heart. The salty taste of pre-cum explodes on my tongue as I take him deeper into my throat.
He grips the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me to the rhythm he craves. My mouth waters at the thought of giving him a blowjob that’ll make him shoot his load down my throat. His hips buck, fucking my face with an urgency that makes my dick harden against my thigh.
“Ah, puto, you’re a porn star,” Carlos groans, his voice husky from desire. “Your mouth is made for cock.”
I release his shaft with a pop and sit back on my heels, my fingers tracing the ridges of his cock, milking the last drops of precum onto my palm. My eyes lock with his, our gazes burning with a raw, gay hunger.
“I want to suck your dick until you come in my mouth,” I whisper, my voice low and sultry.
Carlos’s cock twitches at my words, as if begging me to put it back in my mouth. He pulls me forward, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s equal parts passion and possession. Our tongues dance, a prelude to the explicit oral sex we’re about to engage in.
As I drop to my knees again, Carlos’s fingers wrap around his cock, guiding it to my eager lips. With a soft suck, I take him back into my mouth, our gazes locked in a primal, gay connection that screams of desire and devotion. The world outside fades away, leaving only the raw, erotic energy of two men lost in each other’s pleasure.
