Alfie’s head was thrown back, his nails digging into Crisanto’s back as the man f****d him hard and fast.
For their one month anniversary, Crisanto had booked a villa for them at a resort in Paris. It was equipped with three bathrooms, a flat screen, air conditioning, a terrace and a fully equipped kitchen. You could see the Eiffel tower from their terrace and Alfie might be a little bit in love.
“Cris… please…” Alfie gasps as he moves his hip, pushing back to match each and every one of Crisanto’s thrusts. Crisanto turns him around so he was lying on his side and lifted Alfie’s leg up with one hand and the other hand pulling Alfie a bit closer. Alfie curved his hand around Crisanto’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss. It was filthy and wet, everything Alfie needed at that moment.
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