[Poggio]

They only made it as far as the porch swing before his mouth was probing the others, lifting his sweat covered thighs around his body as they fell onto the futon cushion. Messaging the muscles his finger tips made roamed, climbing Zosa's sides and finding his treasured hand. Breaking the kiss he graced the index finger with a light nibble while pushing his hips forward adding pressure to Zosa's.