It was then he popped his eyes open and locked them on to mine, the smile again evident as he grabbed for his prick and started a slow, even stroke on it. “You okay?” I asked, my pace on his ass just as slow and even.
He nodded. “Taza okay. Pleasure,” he hummed.
“Pleasure,” I echoed, though that wasn’t even the half of it. In fact, I figured, there wasn’t a word in either my language or his that quite about covered it. I leaned into him, his knees bending back to his chest as my mouth again sought out his. “Pleasure,” I repeated as our two sets of lips again met, a spark ricocheting down my back that made my balls jump, the kiss so damned well perfect as to take my very breath away.
Then I let him have it with both guns, my c**k pumping his hole fast and hard. He moaned into my mouth an
