We try to compose ourselves, but we fail miserably. He seems to read my mind and flips me over. Hindi bf Xavier lets out an animalistic moan, his back arching as his hips push his dick further into my mouth. It allows Xavier to get rougher, getting into the deeper tissue of my back. Xavier begins to knead my ass, and I wiggle at his touch. Sitting down in his computer chair, he teasingly asks me for a lap dance. Xavier’s still teasing me, “Awww, am I being mean?”
My last shred of control disappears. Xavier writhes, his eyes closed, mouth hanging open. He starts the disk, and we sit on his bed to watch it. That’s when we heard the front door close. I feel him slide down the length of my body and begin to lick up my legs.
