When he’s straddling my lap and his naked thighs are taut and hard under my palms and his wrists are crossed behind his head because I told him to put them there and he’s trying to kiss me but I keep laughing and moving my mouth and his dick is hard and weeping with need and his smile is playful but his eyes betray his frustration and I bite his chest and he pouts and nuzzles me and I finally kiss him and we both need that kiss so badly and it’s so good and he’s so beautiful and it’s all so goddamn pure and we stay in that kiss until our lips are puffy and our hunger takes over.

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