Once upon a time there were two guys. One was blonde. One was brunette. They were hot. Really really hot. One day One guy put his thingie in another guy’s thingie and they did it. It was also really hot. Also really hot outside, sourching out. Like melting the ground hot.
But their sex was hotter. It was as intense as a million melting suns boiling in a pot of simmering grits. This intense hotness of hottery only got hotter when they swapped positioned. Oh yeah they also sucked some things and suckled. Nipped, grabbed, tugged, pulled, waved, wavered, quivered, among other things.
They also talked. Of dirty things. So dirty. Gritty. Dirty sandy things. Things that are spoken with a lot of umf at the end. Things about privates and the sort. Dirty dirty things. So dirty that it makes clean look like roadkill. The kind that sits out on a hot day. Really hot. So hot. Just hot. Is it hot enough yet?
Then the guys got finished with their heat. They rolled over and kissed. So much kissing. They kissed each mile of the body, meter, centimeter, millimeter, nanometer. Nothing escaped this pac- man-goble everything up and still want more lips. These boulders in escape game lips. These annoying boss battle lips. These were unescapable undeniable unchangeable lips. With kissing. And sailva and lots of it everywhere just like heat. Which was also everywhere.
Then they finished, covered in saliva and man juices and then they heaved. Chests heaved struggling to breathe. And it was hot. So hot. Very hot. Incredibly hot. Heat.
Do I win the nobel prize for literature now? Please? *teary eyed*
In my window
This was playing the entire time I drew this. I nearly died.
BLOWJOBS IN THE DUNGEON