Prince Ali's Rocket
He grabbed me by my hair and shoved my head to his chest, my mouth landing and latching to his right nipple while my left hand pinched his left one. He was most sensitive here. His nipples were like switches that needed to get flicked for his cock to get hard. Alfonso reminded of Aladdin. He had black, thick hair, neatly cut short. He had round, dark eyes. They’re kind eyes. His smile was radiant. His teeth were straight and perfect (like his cock—which I’ll get to in more detail shortly). There were dimples on his cheeks when he smiled. His lips were soft and his kisses were gentle. He kissed me like he might kiss a lover, not a random, horny stranger he snuck to his room when everyone at his house was already sleeping. My right hand explored his body. His skin was sun-kissed, caramel, delicious, smooth. The shape and form of his chest and torso reveal that they used to be chiseled at the gym. If he hadn’t been this tall and handsome and charismatic, I would’ve been disap