2回連続で掘ってギブさせたけど掘り続けた

In the sultry heat of a Tokyo summer, two young Japanese men found themselves in an elicit encounter, one that would leave them forever entwined in carnal moonlight. Their names were Akio, a lithe and sensitive brunette, and Takeru, a burly, masculine powerhouse. They had met just days before, their connection instant and electric, drawing them together like dancers entranced by a forbidden tango.

That fateful night, they found themselves entwined on Takeru’s futon, clothing shed like autumn leaves in a tempest. Takeru’s hands roamed Akio’s pale skin, tracing the delicate curves of his young lover. “So sensitive,” he murmured, his voice a deep baritone. Akio shivered, pressing into the comforting heat of Takeru’s broad chest.

“Please, no more teasing,” he whimpered, his rosy cock already standing proud, leaking precum onto his trembling stomach. Takeru chuckled, the sound a deep, rumbling bass. He allowed his own impressive member to spring free from the confines of his boxers, the ebony shaft throbbing with need.

“You want this, don’t you, sweet thing?” Takeru growled, giving his cock a lazy stroke. Akio’s eyes widened, his pupils blown with desire. He nodded frantically, his delicate hands moving to stroke the girthy length before him.

Their first coupling was slow, languid, a delicious exploration of forbidden territories. Takeru worshipped every inch of Akio’s lithe body, his skilled tongue driving the smaller man wild with pleasure. When Takeru finally pressed inside Akio’s tight heat, his girthy shaft stretching the delicate pink rim, they both moaned, lost to the exquisite friction.

Akio rode Takeru’s massive cock with wanton abandon, his lithe hips undulating in a sensual dance. Takeru thrust up to meet him, his powerful body pounding into Akio’s willing hole. The room filled with the erotic symphony of their gasps and moans, skin slapping against skin.

When they finally exploded in ecstasy, Akio clinging desperately to Takeru, their bodies shaking with the force of their shared climax, they collapsed into a sweaty tangle of limbs. Takeru pulled the smaller man into his arms, pressing gentle kisses to his face. “We’re not done yet,” he promised, his dark eyes gleaming with renewed desire.

And so they coupled again, their straining cocks pumping out rope after rope of hot, sticky cum. They took their pleasure in every position possible, from Takeru pounding into Akio from behind, his hands griping the young man’s hips hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises, to Akio riding Takeru reverse cowgirl, his cute little bottom bouncing on the larger man’s shaft.

As dawn approached, their bodies still entwined, Akio traced idle patterns on Takeru’s furred chest. “You’ve ruined me for other men,” he said, his voice small and breathy. Takeru smiled, a slow, wicked curl of his lips. “Good,” he purred. “Because you’re mine now.”

And with those words, he pulled Akio into another searing kiss, his hand moving to stroke the younger man’s spent cock. Akio whimpered, his momentarily sated body responding eagerly to Takeru’s skilled touch. As he hardened again beneath Takeru’s knowing hands, Akio realized that this was only the beginning of their erotic journey. Takeru would never let him go, and Akio never wanted to be free.