He fucks me slowly…rolling his hips as our tongues tangle and our mouths drink our moans. My back arches as I gyrate in slow circles on his cock. Our kiss turns wet, sloppy, and desperate. His eyes squeeze closed as his head presses back into the pillow. The only warning before he cups my ass and deepens his thrusts. “Sid,” I rasp as he slides against my prostate. “God, you’re so tight.” He moans. “I love how you feel.”
