HungMix3ed’s fingers danced across his cock, stroking it with a precision that made my mouth water. I craved the taste of his thick, uncut dick, its head swollen and ripe for a blowjob. His eyes locked onto mine, dark with desire as he pumped his hand faster, pre-cum beading at the tip.
I knelt before him, my tongue darting out to lick that glistening crown. The musky scent of his groin wafted up, and I inhaled deeply, savoring the intimacy of the moment. His cock throbbed in my hand as I wrapped my lips around it, suckling gently at first, then increasing the pressure as he groaned.
HungMix3ed’s chair creaked as he leaned back, his hips lifting to meet each thrust of my mouth. My head bobbed up and down, his dick disappearing between my lips as I deep-throated him. The world narrowed to the taste of his cock, the sound of his grunts and my own moans of pleasure.
As I broke free, gasping for air, he grasped my head, pulling me back into a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, mirroring the way I’d just devoured him. The chair scraped against the floor as he stood, his cock jutting out like a challenge. I wrapped my hand around it, pumping in rhythm with my heart as he came, streams of cum shooting onto the floor.
We clung to each other, our bodies slick with sweat and need, the air thick with the promise of more – of every position, every touch, every fuck we could cram into this moment of pure gay abandon. And when it was over, I knew I’d return for another taste of HungMix3ed’s porn-perfect cock, his dick a symbol of our unbridled lust and our boundless desire to suck, to be sucked, and to cum together.
