he called himself Tazz
his kiss was gentle
his next kiss tender
long, lingering, and slow and sensuous
his next firm
and just a little forceful
and I melted
melted into his kiss
I melted
into him
there was heat
heat on my lips
and on my face
there was heat
where his hands
touched
there was heat
where my hands
touched
heat
where body pressed body
he to me
me to he
I felt the heat
and I felt my manhood swell
and I felt his
it was the kitchen
we were
in the kitchen
and Tazz sat on the counter
let his robe fall open
revealing
his strong hard cock
he let me taste him
there
in the kitchen
on the counter
I tasted of his manliness
he let me satisfy my craving
licking and kissing and touching and sucking
there on the kitchen counter
tasting of his manliness
until both our appetites
had been fully satisfied
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