Enough that they're down, but not enough that I can step out of them.
I reach back to keep myself steady with a hand against the wall.
He looks up at me as he runs his hand over my hard cock, slowly moving the silk boxer briefs over the sensitive head.
I gasp, the friction too much. I want this man so much, it's overwhelming. I buck up and Max takes the head of my cock in his mouth, over the cloth. "Max..." I moan out, trying not to move because it's getting too much.
Max leans back and licks his lips as he looks at the tent in my boxers, the head obscenely accentuated with the darkening of the fabric.
I try to wiggle out of my jeans so that I can actually do more than just standing here. Max helps me step out of the jeans and then pulls me close
for a kiss again. This man is such a kisser, it's good that he has such a great mouth.
