was dancing just for him.

He pranced out onto the sand, dancing sweeping movements for the crashing waves and careening seagulls, and then he returned to me. We entwined our arms and smoked a cigarette and whispered endearments to each other. And he mounted my lap then, lowering his asshole onto my throbbing rod once more, and we danced for each other, finding a breath-stealing rhythm with our hips, as I squeezed his rounded butt cheeks and made love to his lips and taut nipples with my soft, searching mouth. I stretched and filled his undulating ass canal with my probing, plowing, dancing cock and, in time, with waves and waves of my man juice, my wiggling sperm dancing around deep inside the core of him, dancing just for him.