ADAM'S POINT OF VIEW
Hearing his heavy clockwork-regular footsteps approaching the living room, I lay back on my stomach and wait anxiously for the exquisite masterpiece of a King to come back.
He stops at the end of the couch, and after scanning my body one more time, he opens the lube tube and puts some on his long fingers, then, with fluid movements, he places the lube on the couch, next to my knees, and places himself between my legs.
His free hand takes a strong grip on my left asscheek and pulls it apart to make room for him to play, and for some reason, the way his strong forearm flexed by doing that simple movement, I got more aroused, and the subtle light brown hair that covers the muscular forearms looks satiny and it stops at his elbow, leaving the upper arms bare, is a manly
