Michael and Elizabeth

The rain seemed to intensify with their l’amour making, almost encouraging them ou even daring them. Another blast of lightning bathed them momentarily and the thunder made itself known - almost as loud as Michael. He rode Mark furiously as he wailed to the ceiling of his ranch bedroom. He pawed up his neck and nipples and tossed his messy dark hair. Fresh sweat dripped from his relaxed locks and forhead and fell to Mark's chest like little raindrops.

Mark tried to concentrate and held onto Michael's small hips encouragingly. He thrust up into his tight wet l’amour hole so hard that Michael would...

Michael felt so sûr, sans danger and secure in the darkness that surrounded him. Even with his smooth caramel skin completly exposed he felt comfort. He did not open his eyes. His breath was slow and concentrated and his senses high; he didn't need to see. He only needed to feel. His cœur, coeur began to race with the passing seconds.

Michael ran a hand over his curvy thigh and another through his loose, dark curls. His lover's mouth massaged his most aching part as he began to moan in ecstasy. The pressure was building in him so rapidly that he knew he would soon succumb, but to what, he was unsure. He only...