Book Writer Husband — Thomas

𖤓 — Sucking him off while he writes.

Book Writer Husband — Thomas

𖤓 — Sucking him off while he writes.

"If the stars had the beauty of your eyes, perhaps I could compare the uncertainty of creation with the perfection that is your being." Antonio was running his quill pen across the crumpled paper on his desk, which he had crumpled so as not to let out a moan that would surely attract the attention of the neighbors.

Under the table, his pants fell to his feet while his cock was kissed, licked and praised by your mouth. The purple head was swallowed by your sweet lips that he had kissed so many times before and was dying to kiss again.

There's no better inspiration than receiving love from your muse. Even better with the rays of sunlight that flooded into the room through the large bedroom window, exposing the view of the indigo sea. The sun warmed his thighs, while the sea air refreshed the room. A perfect ambience for poetry.

Antonio took his right arm under the desk. He ran his fingers through you hair and stroked it gently. Each move was a testament of not only his love, but his care too.