Published: August 20th 2025, 2:25:07 pm
The Medellín sun was beating down on the rooftop, heating up not only our bodies but also the tension between us ☀️😈. Juan was lying back, letting the tan mark his golden skin, when I grabbed the bottle of oil and let it drip into my hands 🫦🫧. The first stroke was slow, sliding across his chest, spreading that shine over his tight abs. He closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh, as if surrendering to my touch.
As my hands moved, the rhythm turned more intimate 💦. The oil ran down his shoulders, over his arms, until my fingers started exploring a little further — lingering just long enough to send shivers through him 🔥. Juan opened his eyes and gave me that naughty smile, the kind that said he already knew exactly what was about to happen 😏.
When I leaned down to spread oil along his legs, I couldn’t resist letting my lips brush against his hot skin 💋. First soft kisses, then little bites. His body reacted to every touch, and soon the massage turned into something much more. His breathing grew heavier, and his hands grabbed my hair, pulling me closer. The kiss came hot, urgent, like holding back was no longer an option 👅.
From there, there was no pause, no hesitation. Foreplay melted into sex — our hands roaming, our mouths hungry for more 🤤. I felt him shiver when I took control, guiding every movement. The rooftop heat mixed with the fire of our bodies, every thrust marked by the sound of skin against skin, every moan echoing in the open air 🍑💥.
The pace grew faster, more intense, until there was no turning back. Juan arched beneath me, his whole body surrendered, and I got lost in the pleasure of taking him completely 😈. The finale hit us like a wave — bodies tightening, breath breaking, moans drowned in kisses. The climax burst out hard, almost at the same time, as if the entire rooftop was a witness to our grand finale 💦🔥🍆.
Exhausted, we collapsed side by side, sweaty, still shining with oil and pleasure, the Medellín sun wrapping us in a blanket of heat ☀️🥵.