He collapsed on the couch, next to me, sweaty and spent. Moments before he had climaxed immaculately inside me. We'd held eye contact for what felt like an eternity, him deep within me, and me in the depths of ecstasy.
He made me feel like a tender angel, a boy and a man at the same time. He was all about pleasing me. Once he had pleased me, he was pleased, and he would fill me up...
"God, Ryan, the eye contact with you is amazing!" He lay there, quaking, sweaty and shivering in post orgasmic bliss.
"Yes, it is. You feel so good inside me!"
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