Imaia Island
Max
Present
We fell into a feverish obsession to consume each other. I had no idea if this…this fire I felt whenever I was with Callan was usually how couples approached intimacy. It was powerful and so damn intense that the entire world seemed to vanish. Time and responsibilities simply disappeared and all that mattered was touching. Touching Callan's shoulders while he rocked inside of me harder and harder. His hands, touching my breasts while he licked my p***y. His tongue, licking my c**t in tight circles until I came screaming his name. At some point during the night Callan made me eat. We didn’t talk while he fed me chicken stew. Instead of talking we touched each other, his hands on my knees and caressing my legs while I tried to push his fingers up my inner thighs.
