i love the way our t-dicks slide together, slick and hot, the heads kissing with every grind of our hips. i love the friction, the way his cock catches on mine, the wet sound of our pre-cum mixing. i love how he shudders when i press us closer, the heat of his skin burning into mine.
i love the feel of his cunt against my shaft, the wetness smearing along my length as we rock. i love the way he gasps when i notch my t-dick just under his hood, the little jump of his hips as he chases the sensation. i love the rhythm we find, our bodies speaking a language only we know.
i love the way his thighs clench around mine, trapping us together. i love the wetness, the mess, the way his slick makes my whole groin shine. i love looking down and seeing the glisten of us both, the way his t-dick peeks out as I press the tip against his.
i love the burning pressure low in my gut as we rut, the way his moans get higher and breathier. i love when he wraps his hand around both of us, guiding the friction, his palm sliding over our heads. i love the broken sound of his voice when he says 'fuck, yes, that’s so good.'
i love the moment we both tip over. i love his shudder, the way his eyes roll back, the pulse of his cunt against my cock as he rides out the aftershocks. i love the way we stay tangled, still grinding through the mess, not ready to stop.
i love the the sticky prints of our hands on each other’s hips, his wet chest against mine, the slick sound when we finally pull apart. i love the way he looks at me with that grin, already reaching for my dick again, already hungry. i love that we never get tired of this.
