Hot Froth: Adventures of a Buttrista

I savoured the silky warmth of his mouth as our tongues intertwined and the taste of him merged with our intermingling saliva. My heart pounded as our half naked bodies pressed together. His hands lazily stroked my chest, my belly and my legs. My body was humming with warmth and wanting.

“Stand up.”, Chris said.

I stood before Chris. He quickly removed both of our shirts. His olive toned flesh was fantastically chiseled and complimented with a happy trail of glossy dark hair . His strong embrace and firm kisses increased the ache within me.

My skin became covered in a shiver of goosebumps at the thought of being intimate with a man so glorious and strong.