Kemm and I didn't rush a single thing. We start slow. Long, deep kisses, his lips parted under mine, my hand wrapped around the back of his neck holding him exactly where I wanted him. The chemistry between us is the kind you can't fake. He drops to his knees and gets sloppy. Wet, messy, drooling all over my uncut cock while I grip his hair and fuck his throat slowly. He takes every inch and begs for more. But I had other plans for him. I spread his legs and eat that hole like it's mine. Tongue deep, loosening him up, getting him dripping and shaking before I even think about sliding in. By the time I push inside him, he's already moaning. I fuck slow and deep, finding that spot and milking it until he's a wreck. He explodes hard, trembling underneath me. I pull out and coat his chest, marking him. No rush. No reason to be.