Bukkake in front of my Boyfriend - Sex Stories

Bukkake in front of my Boyfriend

... were consoling me, and found familiar chocolate brown skin holding me from the back. I saw Sathil staring back at me from his vantage point and I turned around and saw his face gently screening me in caution, care and even sincerity. All of a sudden, I felt guilt strike me harder than any pang of nausea, and I knew that even the hangover that would follow later wouldn’t be as bad as what I was feeling now. I cupped his face in my hand without realizing it, and in being gentle to him, I felt warmth seeping into me. “Thank you. For this… I feel so reckless, and tired…” “Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry… about what I said before… I know you don’t want any of this…” “Yeah… no… don’t be sorry. It’s okay.” An awkward silence followed, where I tried not to meet his eyes because they reminded me of a sincerity that only irrevocable and irrational love could offer- a kind of love I was too cynical to believe in. But I didn’t even care about getting up or cleaning up; his gentle hold was too warm and lovely. I ended up resting my tired head on his chest, and he slowly whispered, “I’m sorry, but I do love you.” “I know. Don’t be sorry. It’s not so bad after all.”