onto a long, dark shaft. Miguel knelt down and popped the cap on the lube. Squirting some on his fingers, he leaned forward, kissing me softly as two fingers pressed inside me. I moaned, drawing my feet up onto the edge, spreading myself open. Miguel worked his fingers in and out, stretching me.

"Ready?" he murmured on my lips. I nodded and gripped his shoulders. The fingers left and Miguel's groaned went through me as his cock filled my ass.

"Oh, God..."

Miguel's breath was hot against my skin. His hands gripped the backs of my thighs, pushing my legs up and apart, folding me in half as that long prick moved in and out, every slow stroke taking my breath away. My eyes rolled back, but I struggled to keep them open. I cupped my balls, pulling them up as I looked down. God, it was hot, watching his dark shaft sliding in and out of me. The contrast was striking, so beautiful.

His strokes sped up, grip tightening on my legs. I felt his thigh muscles tighten and I grabbed my cock, stroking in time to his quickened thrusts.

"Don't stop," I gasped.

Miguel shook his head, hips slamming into me now, breath panting, sweat dripping onto my stomach. "Dane."

"Miguel!" I jerked, unable to hold it. Hips bucking, I fucked myself on his cock, shouting as I shot over my chest and stomach.

Miguel thrust into me once, twice more, and I groaned as I felt his cock swell, pulsing deep inside me.

Breathless, we both sort of collapsed right there, Miguel's head on my shoulder. Somehow, I had the feeling we'd be making a habit of this...