61 days. To the bottom (Sonry/Mino)
He likes to drown himself in it - in a black, viscous, hot pleasure that penetrates through the pores, flows through his mouth, filling his lungs and stomach. He likes the burning heavy feeling in the chest and abdomen, flowing and burning, bringing pain on the verge of pleasure.
Mino likes to be in charge. From childhood he liked to head other guys in the games, at school he was the headman, so that, having the opportunity, to give orders to others. Mino made his way to a high position, using all means - everything not to stay at the bottom. Bribery, subservience - there are no limits to the methods of obtaining a favorable place. Then the young man took it back, trampling into the mud those whom he had once served.
Yes, Mino has a bad reputation. But for her, he liked his boss.
Sonry himself was the same. He is looking for profit everywhere and can slide a snake to get what he wants. He saw himself like this in a beautiful tall guy, with a dark little indifferent look and a light smile.
They ran into each other like two shadows, and it was natural for them to merge. Sonry took Mino closer to him, and soon the novel, in which everyone was trying to dominate the other, spun around. An eternal struggle for power.
But it was an incomparable pleasure.
Mino likes it when the whole boss lined up in an annoying black and white suit, kneels down in front of him, dissatisfied with the lever when his partner's thin fingers are trying to spoil his hair. Mino likes to revel in this power that makes a strong man fall so low, giving his lover a blow job. And how he did it!
- How many have you ever sucked a blow job before? - Mino comes out without holding back in his voice, though the whole action takes place behind closed doors of the CEO's office. But their secretary is accustomed to everything, so she won't look in on her own, and won't let the others. Sonry raised his eyes full of irritation and bitten the delicate skin on his penis with dissatisfaction.
- Fallen," Mino siphoned off the evil one, taking revenge by clenching someone else's hair in his fist.
- Imagine, I think the same about you," smiled Sonry. Now, with his lips and tongue on his partner's penis, he didn't feel like he was being led. Lover gradually lost in the pleasure he received, his eyes gradually became cloudy, on the cheekbones broke feverish blush, which contrasted sharply with the pale skin. And Sonri understood more than anyone that if he stopped, Mino would kneel down to get the long-awaited coitus from his partner.
- And why did you refuse to go on a business trip with me? - Sonry asked me thoughtfully, rising to his feet, continuing to flutter between the toes of his deputy. - They would have had fun.
- You fused all the work for me to make a new contract," Mino frowned, cleverly untie the knot of someone else's tie. - So it was his own fault for his suffering. Or did you find someone there to entertain you?
Almost black eyes narrowed dangerously, and this anger dragged in no worse than the pleasure of sex itself. Sonry liked to piss off his youngest and ardent lover so that he spilled all the storm of strong and bright emotions on him.
- Don't worry, I've got one bitch in my bed," Sonry said gently, tongue-in-tongue, in the lips of strangers. Mino, still evil, clung to the neck of the parterre with his fingernails, leaving long red stripes on it, and pulled him into a kiss, blowing his tongue into this filthy mouth were only a few moments ago was his penis. The salty taste was still there, and Mino absorbed it, purring enough to raise his hips from the table - another poor piece of the interior on which the masters loved to have fun.
- Today you will do everything in a special way," Mino said powerfully, pulling a thin strip of tie off someone else's shoulder.
- Do you want to play with tying? - The Sonry grinned intelligently. - Do you like making me helpless?
- I wasn't talking about you," the lover snorted, rolling his eyes. - I can't just see you anymore.
There was an understanding smile on other people's lips. Sonry took his own tie out of other people's hands and left a light kiss on the lips of his subordinate. The black smooth fabric gently lay on the covered eyelids, tightly adhering to the skin. The knot on the painted back of the head was reliable, and something suggested that again it would have to be cut to free the blind.
Mino loved to plunge into the pleasures of the whole world. He likes to turn off his eyesight in order to feel the whole process from the first painful penetration to the bright explosion of an orgasm.
It's not helplessness, no. It is his expression of power. Sonry loves the grim, foggy look of his partner, who gradually loses his self, and he periodically deprives him of the pleasure of watching him.
- You don't love me," the boss whispers, kissing a thin neck in the area of a Adam's apple
- It's my manifestation of love," says Sonry, also quietly, sighing quite a sigh of such an innocent gesture. There will be no further lightness.
Next, there will only be a black swamp that drags you down to the bottom. Painful burning in the heart and in the ass, which again and again penetrates a hard penis lover, stretching the narrow walls of the anus with slight pain. When you can't see, it's much brighter. All touches, even the most phantom ones, seem to be a glowing print on cold skin, each touch of the lips is a small death.
Mino looks for an anchor in this darkness and again squeezes dark strands in his hands, linking himself to reality, without leaving his head in a vicious pleasure, so as not to suffocate.
"It's not like that," sneers Sonry. They are drowning together in it, losing the rest of their air in the kiss that marks their complete surrender to Love, under the banner of Passion.