ADAM'S POINT OF VIEW
“Support your upper body weight on your forearms, Adam.” I honestly feel relieved because to stay in the classical all-four position with my palms flat on the couch would be torture because I’m still feeling like my entire body is made of jello.
I look over my shoulder, and although I can’t see his d**k, I can tell that he’s coating it with lube because of the erotic sound it makes, the way his strong biceps tense and flex as he spreads the lube by stroking himself while looking at my ass, not to mention the look of pleasure on his face, the alluring glint in his heavy-lidded eyes, the way his thick brows drew together and his swollen lips parted, releasing fast small puffs of air mixed with groans and moans.
I watch as hypnotized, without even blinking, because I d
