“More. Please.” Joa jerked, a dull flush climbing up that amazing belly.
They touched him, kissed him, loved him, Balta pulling at Joa’s cock. Raul was less focused, because Joa was too beautiful to be real, and he got lost in golden skin and ridged muscles. Joa’s lips were clinging to his, moans pushing into his mouth. So sweet. Raul finally settled on cupping the back of Joa’s head with one hand, helping Balta touch with the other. Balta was stroking, licking, kissing, an intimate dance as hot as any Raul had ever seen.
Joaquim was lost in them, vocal and eager, the pleasure drawn out and out.
“Come on,doce. Give it to us,” Balta said, his voice mesmerizing, hypnotic.
Heat spread between them, Joa calling out, so needy, so pretty.
They all froze, panting but otherwise still, and Raul worried that it was all about to go horribly wrong. Then Balta hugged them both close, sweeping them back to the couch to collapse together.
Joaquim cuddled in, relaxed and lazy. Sweet.
Raul didn’t say a word, afraid that reminding them he was there would cause them to send him packing. Raul was happy, right where he was. He only hoped it would last more than one day.
