My hands grab and wrap around the bend of his elbows, he’s staring in my eyes, his blue dominating the green of mine, his tall lean frame overshadowing the shorter more robustness of my own.
My fingers dig holding on, this sounds of his hips thrusting wet with my cum vibrate throughout the room. He’s soaked with my juices. The bathroom counter digs into my lower back, my ankles stretched up around his neck, and my head thuds against the mirror.
He left the shower running, the fog adding to our heat. I smell the masculine sweetness of his lust in the crevices of his neck, sinking in my teeth as I cum for the third time, with the sensation of his cum filling me.
softly-transcending 