It's not enough

No. It was not enough. For once in your life, you just wanted to let loose and unleash your desires and carnal desires. With a determined and lusty expression, you threw Alan's lithe frame over and took advantage of his slender figure. You flipped him over, pulled his legs up, and spread his ass cheeks apart. With his entire body exposed, your dark and heavy gaze lingered at his **** state, and you drunk in the sight, licking your lips as you surveyed your newfound prey. He might have been the one fucking you last night, but right now, you were the one who would make him cum untouched.

Moving at a furious pace, you thrust into Alan's hole like a rabid animal, savoring the moans and gasps that he's trying to contain. They always ended up slipping through his plump, pink lips, and it was music to your ears. Something about him made you lose all control and rationality.

Not one to be left out, Alan hungrily pulled you towards him and wrapped his arms around your neck, his leg dangling over your shoulder. Now that he can adjust more freely to the violent tempo of your ravaging movements, Alan's moaning and shouting reached a fever pitch, unintelligible and pure. He's enjoying this session as much as you are and a part of him wishes that you'd want him to stay with you as you grow as a master. The musky smell of your sweat and Alan's, the grunts that come from you and him every time you thrust, the sounds of skin on skin; all these little details contributed to the moment, and you were obsessed with every single part of it.

Unable to resist the tempting invitation of Alan's delicate, pale skin, you **** him with fierce bites and bruises, marking his pristine white flesh. Feeling heat pool beneath your belly, you knew you were close.