David Vance Poses

At the edge of the entrance pavilion, as the head of the last guest disappeared down the stairway to the ground, Castilano came up behind me and put his arms around me. He already had unknotted his sarong and let it fall to the teak boards underneath. I leaned back into his chest, my head buried in the hollow of his shoulder, and sighed, as he unknotted my sarong and let it too fall, with a whisper of silk, to the floor.

I moaned, knowing he was going to fuck me, feeling the strength and size of his hard cock at the small of my back. And, indeed, as I felt him pull my feet off the floor with the strength of his hands fanned out under my thighs and his effort to roll my pelvis forward and my butt cheeks up, that he was going to put me on the cock and fuck me right here, right now.