When Malakai locked and sustained eye contact with me while I stroked his hard cock and tweaked his pert nipple, immediately in that moment, I decided to see just how far I could push his boundaries. I felt that the moment was transcendent. I began at his ear, nibbling and sucking the diamond-studded lobe. Malakai’s cock grew harder still. When I moved to lick, suck, and bite the soft area of his neck, Malakai’s lips parted, his nostrils flared, and his breathing more labored. And then testing to see if I was pushing Malakai outside his comfort zone, I brushed my cheek across his and then my lips. No recoil. My lips next to his, I watched and waited for Malakai to turn away — to give indication that he was not comfortable with this interaction. Malakai gave no such indication. After my lips touched his and I drew back, Malakai’s lips parted, ours again connected, and then I felt his tongue against mine. It’s always been my personal belief that kissing during a shoot must be organic and never, ever pushed upon, and with more than 14 years rubbing and tugging curious, straight guys of all ages, shapes, sizes, and ethnicities, I absolutely did not anticipate Malakai’s sexperience on the CAUSA massage table. Just WOW! OH MALAKIA!
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