His mind was too muddled to look for an accurate response, he could only write this in his little red book. He was the crazy one and yet while he felt like Jamal was the crazy one and why..why did he just go on to provoke him?
Jamal knew his body too well, knew how to play it so masterfully that Xaloc closed his eyes at the intense pleasure overriding him, his body trembled as he fought back to restrain his power that throbbed at his skin, seeking to erupt.
Jamal caressed his cheeks and stared at him with eyes that were filled with lust and love, completely overtaken with desire. His eyes are so beautiful, Xaloc thought suddenly.
As Jamal continued his thrusts, Xaloc clung on to his arms and dug his fingers painfully into them. Waves of euphoria crashed over him, making his head spin. He could not take it anymore. Even his cries and screams were no longer distinguishable from each other.
