Fuck me gently with your fingers, I beg my lover as he kneels before me on our small, cluttered apartment’s floor in Brazil. The air is thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of our sweaty bodies and the promise of a night filled with pleasure.
His eyes, dark pools of desire, never leave mine as his deft hands wrap around my cock, his fingers tracing the veins that pulse with every beat of my heart. The tender touch sends shivers down my spine, my breathing quickening in response to the gentle yet insistent caress.
Porn stars can’t compare to the raw, unbridled desire etched on his face as he leans in, his warm breath dancing across my skin before his penis brushes against mine. I arch my back, inviting him closer, craving the feel of his smooth, hard flesh against mine.
His tongue darts out, a swift, wet stroke that sends me gasping for air as he delivers a masterful blowjob. My vision blurs, and all thought flees as I succumb to the mindless pleasure coursing through my veins. His dick, hot and hard against my mouth, is the epicenter of this maelstrom of desire.
I suck him deeper, my lips wrapped around his girth, the sound of our ragged breathing filling the air as we lose ourselves in the primal act of oral sex. His moans echo through the room, a symphony of pleasure that harmonizes with my own as I suck and lick, my world reduced to this one, perfect moment.
Cock after cock, we swap roles, our bodies entwined in a dance of lust, our penises thrusting together in a frenzied rhythm that leaves us both gasping and spent. In the aftermath, our chests heave in unison, our skin slick with sweat as we bask in the afterglow of our carnal embrace.
