Whispers After Dark
Tattooed Guy moved behind Deep Voice, his hands roaming over his back, kissing his neck, stroking him through his jeans.
The room was filling. More bodies circled, watching, stroking themselves, waiting.
Deep Voice pulled his fingers out, replaced them with the blunt head of his condom covered cock.
“Ready?” he asked.
I nodded, muffled around Silver Chain.
He pushed in slowly. Stretching me, burning, then the satisfying fullness. I groaned deep, vibrating around the cock in my mouth.
“Fuck,” Deep Voice hissed. “So tight. Taking me so good.”
He bottomed out, hips flush, then he gave me a moment. And started rolling and grinding his pelvis against my ass in a slow rhythm.