We hurry upstairs to my bedroom again, Brians larger feet thumping heavily on the wood floors. This time we dont even bother closing the door. I pull Brians undeniably tighter shirt over his head revealing the glistening torso underneath. The light coating of hair is plastered to his chest, and his abdominal muscles quiver. I catch a whiff of his sweaty, musky scent, and unconsciously lick my lips. He sits down on the bed, and I kneel in front of him, like ruler and subject. Funny how just three inches and a few extra pounds and my mind begins to view him as my superior.
Let me help clean you up some I say, seductively biting my lip in anticipation.
I lean forward and run my tongue up his chest. The salty taste of his sweat is intoxicating, its like tasting the very essence of masculinity. I cant help it, I go back in for another taste, then another. When I tease his nipples with my tongue, they jump to attention and a moan of satisfaction escapes Brians lips. Next I move lower to his abs. I run my tongue all over the washboard lumps of his tight stomach muscles. The salty dew that once covered Brians torso is now all that I can taste, and it is wonderful.
Let me help clean you up some I say, seductively biting my lip in anticipation.
I lean forward and run my tongue up his chest. The salty taste of his sweat is intoxicating, its like tasting the very essence of masculinity. I cant help it, I go back in for another taste, then another. When I tease his nipples with my tongue, they jump to attention and a moan of satisfaction escapes Brians lips. Next I move lower to his abs. I run my tongue all over the washboard lumps of his tight stomach muscles. The salty dew that once covered Brians torso is now all that I can taste, and it is wonderful.