Shower Soaked Suck

This guy’s so totally proud of his body and the bush-master-beast rearing up between his legs. He’s got it strangled, soaked, rearing and peering all over his montage of photos.

I love the ringmaster-with his-belly-outthrust-pride of his shower snap. The sheen of the water on his coffee colored skin. I want us belly to belly in that shower. I want to pinch his nipples in their round beds, while I lick his neck. I want the water to collect between us, fight to get at our navels and cocks.

Those tit-prongs on their circular beds will be fully abused; the surrounding chest lapped raw, before I drop to one knee and allow him to level the showerhead’s full force at my head.

My head will be plastered, my forehead at his stomach.

I want to drink from that Mediterranean-deep navel, before I get fully crouched and go for his cock. I mean to strangle it with my teeth and lips and make him moan, so that the guttural cries echo off the tile. I want his hands to push hard at that same tile, or screw themselves through my hair, pushing or yanking for some relief.

The sound will escalate, as I plunge my lips relentlessly upwards. I mean to use my hands on his hips and ass at the same time, clench his rear-flesh, while I gut his hole with my finger and play his body to the hilt.

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