TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM)
Just love.
And the way he moved, slow at first, then rough, desperate—like he was saying I want all of you without words, his hands running through my pants and sliding it down to my knees, my heavy and hard sick free, beads of precum forming at the tip as I leaned closer to miguel !y lips on his ears while his fingers glided towards my cock, running his finger on the tip.
“Fuck me miguel. Pound me, Please" I pleaded, knowing he won't deny me, he wanted me and I wanted him too.