What I remember most about him are his kind eyes. Thick dark..
🕑 Added 2018-03-20 04:35:38 +0000 UTC
What I remember most about him are his kind eyes. Thick dark lashes and a pale brown. The occasional freckles across his face, a face that lit up when I was naked before him.
Erect and ready for him.
He stripped. A beautiful body, a gown man that was fit and healthy. A beautiful spread of hair across his chest, arms, legs and arse. A bush I could explore.
"No kissing" he said "Just the other stuff"
I nodded. Saddened by the limitations but excited none the less.
Despite out lips not locking, I frolicked within this boundary, kissing him in my mind. Our rhythms matching and building intimacy and heat between us.
I was hard the whole time - aching for him. His touch. His mouth. His hands.
His nerves at times got the better of him pulling him out of the moment. Apologies were said, blushes of shame.
My reply was a simple truth "it happens to us all"
It was a good session.
The orgasm built between my things, my heavy balls in his mouth as his tongue toyed with them and dragged down to my arse. He looked at me with those kind eyes and I felt bliss. A slice of heaven tasted, the of my own mountain of cock reached. A summit of pleasure and a wave of cum. I gushed of white across his face and the bed head. Even more into his mouth and onto his pink tongue.
"Lucky I missed your eye there" I said licking it off him for extra shock/lust/performance. "I taste good today," I said with a smirk.
"I know. I will remember this for a while. Thank you"
Showers and farewells said.
No kissing, this pony's fave thing... but intimate all the same.
The Pony ride complete.
