Guido

Metropolo’s finest. The perfect willing employee.

“He kisses at my neck, and down to my collarbone; and eventually nimble fingers start to undress me, and his tongue slides across my chest, and his hands are adept at my zip, determinedly exploratory as they slide inside, and triumphant as they bring my cock into the light. And as I lean back into the pillows and stretch my arms above my head in satisfaction, a cat grin spreading across my face, he takes it in both hands and squeezes, bringing the tip to his lips, suctioning the angular head of it onto his tongue where it stays for a further hour. My hands are in his hair, directing him faster and slower and deeper, having him concentrate on taking me right to the base of his throat, or insisting his tongue stays devoted to the very first inch, where the nerve endings fizz in the slippery sensations of his mouth.”