In rooms

Red, purple, pink lights, some blue and white, illuminated the stage and the entire club. As soon as you crossed the threshold, you were treated with kindness, embraced and invited to rest. The next partner for the evening was dragged inside with everyone else. Quiet, spicy and arousing music, the girls moved their bodies to the rhythm, with closed eyes enjoying the music, smiling at those who stood near the stage, who looked from afar, fixing their hair. At times, sighs could be heard from the girls, stroking themselves on their bodies, gazing enchantingly into the crowd, intoxicating the minds of guys and men. Takio leaned back against the wall, hovering over his phone, fixing the fuzz on his shoulders and moving to the burgundy tights encasing his slender strong legs. A slight smile, half-closed eyes watching the messages fly in one of the chat rooms. Things were going pretty well. Some of the visitors put a hand next to the guy’s head and he did pull away from the screen, with the same slight smile, tossing his hair back to keep it out of the way. A decently dressed man, with a stubbly, loose tie, was looking at him. His hair was disheveled from the caresses and some stuffiness from his clothes. — Hmm? — Looking over his shabby appearance, Takio touches his shoulder, smoothing out some of the creases, slowly tugging at his tie. Takio looks at the guy with a hazy gaze and presses against him, pulling him into a passionate, unexpected kiss. The guy looks at the man perplexed, but doesn’t cross him. Looking into his eyes, worth the interruption, she places her hands on his shoulders. Dumbfounded, he accepts the money, pushing the man away from him before putting the bills in his pocket and leading the man by the hand to the rooms where none of them will be seen. The young man closes the door behind him and feels himself being pulled towards him, holding him by the waist, tossing him carelessly onto the bed. Breathing frequently, Takio tucks his hair back with a stream of air, watches as the man carelessly throws his belongings off of him onto the floor, sucks on him, beginning to caress him. Nervously, with a particular passion, clearly wanting more than anything to let go of his arousal. Realizing the situation of the one, Takio still tries to cool the one’s ardor a bit, touching his organ through his clothes with his knee. The young man crawls back to the bed, removing his heels with a slight movement of his feet, the fuzz having long since fallen from his shoulders and lying somewhere nearby. Wriggling his body, the guy beckons his client over to him, bending his knees, stroking his legs, his buttocks, his whole body. Looks up at him, biting his lower lip. Turns over on her stomach, jutting out her buttocks, sits on her knees, spreading her legs, exhales, peering at the one. — Come on, baby, I know you want it so bad. — Worth wiggling his ass, the guy is knocked down, pinned to the bed. He pulls his head back for kisses, exhales, rolling his eyes, stroking the man’s head and taking hold of his hair. The foreplay didn’t last long, but a decent amount of time to have time to get aroused and get everything ready. The lube was already on the bed beside them, both of them stripped down to their underwear. Clearly wanting to play the bad boy first, Takawa places the man on the bed, sits back against his face, leaning over his blood-soaked cock. Her hands get to work, stroking the shaft, kneading the testicles, and kissing their way down the entire shaft. Hot, wet, the guy is clearly trying to make it really good as his thong is pulled off, starting to stroke between his legs. The ears of both of them are caressed by beautiful moans, mixed with the quiet music in the room. Takio makes himself comfortable, looking at the man over his shoulder, which starts to slowly reach for the lube. The guy nuzzles his hand, grinning. — Not now, it’s not time for lube yet. “How he can’t wait to fuck me…” — he thought, starting to caress the head with his tongue. Crumpling his testicles in his hand, Takio begins to gradually swallow the other man’s organ, stroking it with the palm of his hand, adding drool. The tip of his tongue covers his urethra, the guy exhales before swallowing the entire organ. Not lasting long, he lifts his head up, brushes the excess drool off his lips, begins to swallow again. An affectionate, yet muffled moan comes from the side of both of them. Each is content for a moment, until the client decides he’s had enough enough. Turning Takio onto his back, pushing him off his cock, he leaned over him, lubing his organ with lube, soon rubbing against the ring of muscle. As soon as Takio moaned, pressing him against him, a shriek was heard, turning to moans, the slamming of bodies touching each other. It hurt at first, but soon the boy’s expression changed to one of bliss. He clutched the bedclothes in his hands, wriggling under his client, asking him to be rougher, pulling him up by his neck. The entire room was soon filled with blissful moans, pleas, winding spanks. Takio arched his back, leveling himself, beginning to thrust towards him. His cock trembled, preparing to spurt his seed a second time. The client presses the guy against the bed, getting faster and rougher in his movements, making the guy start practically screaming, yes he is silenced with a kiss. Sharp thrusts, mooing into the pillow and soon a loud shriek — both were exhausted. The guy’s body was shuddering from a violent orgasm, he was breathing heavily, squeaking, worth the man pulling his cock out of him. Adding a few more bills after resting, the client removed himself from the room, thanking and the guy, lying on the bed, lifted up to escort him with a glance to the door.