超絶イケメンReoくん掘ってきた(long.ver)

So, I finally found the right moment and the right place to really go for it with Reo, and let me tell you, when I say I 掘ってきた Reoくん, I mean I absolutely committed to it this time, not like those rushed, half-hearted attempts we all make when we’re just trying to get off quickly; no, this was a slow, deliberate, hours-long exploration where I had him all to myself, and the way his body responded to every single move I made was enough to make my head spin, starting with the way he looked at me over his shoulder with that mix of anticipation and trust that just flipped a switch in my brain, and as I pressed closer, feeling the heat radiating off his skin and the slight tremor in his muscles, I knew we were in for something deeper than just a quick fuck, so I took my time tracing the line of his spine with my fingertips, watching him shiver and push back against me, silently begging for more, and when I finally entered him, the sensation was so overwhelming that I had to pause and just breathe, feeling every inch of that tight, warm friction grip me like a vice, and his moans filled the room, low and guttural, spurring me on to find that perfect rhythm where we moved together like we were made for this exact moment, and I could feel his cock hardening against the sheets as I angled my hips just right, hitting that spot that made his legs shake and his voice crack into a desperate plea for me not to stop, and the sound of our skin slapping together, wet and rhythmic, drowned out everything else except the occasional gasp when I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into him, savoring the way his whole body jolted forward, and his hands clawed at the pillows as he whispered my name like a prayer, and I could feel myself getting close, that familiar tightening in my balls, but I held back because I wanted to watch him come undone first, so I reached around and wrapped my fist around his leaking cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts, and within seconds he was crying out and painting the sheets while his ass clenched around me so hard that it pushed me right over the edge, and I buried myself as deep as I could, spilling everything inside him with a shuddering groan that felt like it lasted an eternity, and afterward we just lay there tangled up, sweaty and breathless, his heart pounding against my chest as I stayed inside him, feeling that post-orgasm glow settle over us like a heavy blanket, and honestly, I don’t think either of us was ready for how intense that connection was, but I’m already thinking about the next time I get to have him like that again.