The taste of him remains in my mouth, his cum tart and slightly astringent, and his male scent of leather, oak, and musk fills my nostrils. I can almost feel the thick hardness of his cock on my lips and tongue still, the way it strained and pumped as he came.

I look down on his beauty, my fingers tangled in his soft hair as I hold his head, thrusting against his lips and tongue. I hear myself moan, his reply urgent; my other hand traces lines on his hot, sweat-slick skin as I come, falling into the abyss.