Him fresh out of the shower....standing in front of the bathroom mirror....me standing behind him, kissing his neck and shoulders. Whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
Stroking him to hardness, continuing to whisper all the things I want to do to him right now.....staring into his eyes through the mirror. Nibbling his neck.
And...eventually....stroking him to completion.
__________________ Trees give peace to the souls of men * Nora Waln
The forest would be very quiet if no other birds sang than those who sing the best * Henry van Dyke
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