Victor
I am lying heavily on top of Ian. We are both sticky with sweat and spit and c*m, my throat is on fire and the tears from earlier are drying on my face but I feel my bones like jelly and I just can’t move. I know I might be crushing him but he doesn’t move either, his breaths still rushed and shallow. My head is on his chest and I can hear his heart racing like crazy.
I stay like this for as much I can, my brain slowly going numb as I start to fall asleep. To say this was one of the best experiences in my life, and I am no saint by any means, would be understatement. It wasn’t just because of the s*ex, that is for sure. It’s all because it’s him. For that man I am crossing so many boundaries already, I am doing things I never thought possible - like deep throating him and complet
