His name was Michael and the evening started off very sweet; sitting on the couch, holding hands and watching a movie. Afterwards we maneuvered into make out position and as I leaned into to him instinctively he was on his back with legs wrapped around my waist. He had nice thick full lips and could kiss very well. After a little making out and groping he offered to refill my water glass. He came back in and said here’s your water and walked towards his bedroom with my glass in hand. I’m not the brightest bulb in the pack, but I think I can figure out where this is going. I smirked and like a loyal pup, I obliged and followed him into the darkened room. The only illumination coming from the streetlight shining through the window, but it was enough to make out shapes and the religious centric artwork on the wall.
He was Mexican and Catholic and had the tattoos to match; he was absolutely beautiful to me. Michael stood five foot nine, with a little belly, great ink and an incredibly big ass which I love.
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