BBC. Friend of My Boyfriend Run Me Crazy

I arrived at the place, anticipation building with every step. His eyes met mine, and a slow smile spread across his lips. We started with light touches, exploring each other's energy, letting the chemistry build naturally. His hands were firm yet gentle, tracing over my skin as if memorizing every inch. The warmth of his body against mine sent shivers down my spine, heightening every sensation. There was no rush—only deep, unspoken understanding. Every movement, every touch felt electric, as if we were in perfect sync. Time blurred, lost in the intensity of the moment. As we finally lay there, tangled, a satisfied smile played on my lips. It was more than just physical—it was a connection, an experience that lingered long after the night had ended.