Murad was not talking to himself when he groaned, "So tight."
Back and forth he watched as a slender body descended on him. His brows furrowed, tongue licking over his bottom lip as he marked the feeling of being ridden. The ceiling fan did little to stop the sweat escaping his pores. He was subjected to a different kind of heat, a more enjoyable one.
"Huff... Hah!"
"Argh!"
The room filled with restless moaning. Murad lifted his torso, strapping his partner to his chest, peering into the person's soul with lustful passion. His hands roamed over his lover's glutes, kneading them while they kissed. Bare chests rubbed against each other, his thrusts squeezed by a warm place.
"I want to come, Murad," his lover whimpered in his ear.
"Hold it in a little longer... let's come together," Mu
