He pleasured me with his fingers while I made him hard through my fist. I moaned and he grunted. In the moment of heat and pleasure, my eyes opened to look at his face. My conscious was far away from me, my ability to think was dimmed to nothing but the reception of the sensations he was causing on my body. In that passionate moment, our connection deepened, and the intensity of our desires became palpable. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us immersed in a world of sensation. Every touch sent shivers down my spine, and every caress from his fingers ignited a fire within me. As I held him firmly, I could feel his heartbeat quicken, mirroring my own.The symphony of our moans and grunts echoed in the air, a testament to the ecstasy we were experiencing. Time felt suspende
