So Close He Can Taste It

Tomas felt his arousal grow, his breath quickening as he inhaled Sophia's scent again. The smell was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but imagine her body, still warm and flushed from her orgasm, pressed against his. He massaged the fabric of the yoga shorts over his mouth, feeling the softness of the material and the slight dampness from her sweat and arousal as he began to clean them with his tongue.

Tomas's eyes remained shut, and he let out a gentle sigh as his hand slowly lubed his cock and he could hear her moaning in his head, the strokes deliberate and measured as he sought to enjoy the image, sound , taste, and smell of Sophia to overtake him.

As Tomas's tongue danced across the fabric of the yoga shorts, the sweetness of Sophia's arousal mingled with the salty taste of her sweat, sending his senses reeling. He savored the moment, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes over his cock, the gentle pressure building a familiar tension in his body. The sound of his own ragged breathing filled the air, and he felt his hips begin to move in time with the strokes, as if Sophia's presence still lingered, guiding him towards release.

Tomas's eyes remained shut, his mind conjuring the image of Sophia's flushed face, her eyes closed in ecstasy, as he had watched her come apart on the monitor from the suction cup dildo she had attached to his wall while she showered.

Tomas's mind was consumed with the thought of Sophia, her body, and the sounds of her pleasure. He could feel his arousal growing stronger, his breath quickening as he continued to clean the yoga shorts with his tongue. The taste of her arousal was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but imagine her body, still warm and flushed from her orgasm, pressed against his.

His tongue explored the fabric, he felt a small patch of dampness near the crotch of the shorts. He knew it was from her arousal, and he couldn't resist the urge to press the one spot more directly against his nose before giving in to the temptation to lap it up from her shorts while stroking his cock and moaning, "Sophia." The taste of her arousal was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but imagine her body, still warm and flushed from her orgasm, pressed against his. The sensation was building, and he could feel his balls tightening, his body preparing for another release.

Tomas's strokes grew more urgent, his hand moving in swift, practiced motions over his cock, as he lapped up the remaining dampness from Sophia's shorts.

Tomas's eyes snapped open, and he gazed down at the shorts, now stained with his own saliva. His lips curled into a slow, sensual smile as he let the fabric fall back to the floor, his mouth still tingling from the taste of Sophia's arousal. For a moment, he simply stood there, suspended in the afterglow of his need, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.