There was something hot about the way it unfolded — his energy my slow, firm touch. I took my time, set the pace, let the tension thicken until he couldn’t help himself. Then we flipped it… bodies pressing, roles blurring, both of us hungry for more. Raw, passionate, and sweaty — the kind of connection where you trade control back and forth and lose track of who’s leading. He gave in twice, sweaty and exhausted, and I loved every second of getting it out. Heavy breathing, sweaty skin, pure instinct.