Once, he practiced the brave notion to spank me, which I fully enjoyed while gritting my teeth. His left palm struck my left, rear orb and a throbbing sting caused much delight to meander throughout my masculine frame. The slap was everything I wanted during our meeting. In fact, I desired a few more just to keep me in the game, but the man behind me didn’t follow through with his unmannerly antics.
One tongue-delve turned into many. Donlito’s fingers pried my rear open and his Latino face brushed against my most sensitive area. Grunts and growls of pleasure exited the man’s mouth as his lengthy tongue continued its work on my ass. “More,” escaped my lungs, demanding the man to taunt and titillate my opening. Wet slurps were heard, prosaic licks occurred, and an irreversible and relentless pleasure skied throughout my entire body.