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Every month or so Simon and I go out to enjoy a bit of wine tasting at a vineyard a few miles out of the city. It was a lovely clear star filled sky kind of night and after tasting a few glasses, I headed out into the vineyard to clear my head. Simon was more than happy to stay in the dining room to watched the hired entertainment. I was going to find my own.

I had wandered towards the large barn where they make the wine when I saw him. The hottest man I had ever laid eyes on. He was shirtless and only wearing a pair of white pants. It looked amazing on his dark mocha sun kissed skin. I was wet from just looking. He noticed my gaze and brushed some of his dark hair out of his eyes, then he motioned for me to follow. How could I not?!

As soon as I stepped into the dimly lit building, I felt his strong hand wrap around my wrist as he pulled me farther into the rows of barrels. We stopped in the shadows and I fell to my knees, shocking him. He said something, but it wasn’t in english and I doubted he even knew a word of it. Undoing his pants, I was amazed at the size of his cock. Licking my lips, I eagerly took him into my mouth. Rolling my tongue around the tip of him and then bobbing my head down to take as much of him into my hot wet lips. I had to use both of my hands to help hold all of him and I sucked him. Hearing him moan, I was pleased to be making him feel welcome. I stroke and suck on him with delight and then feeling him getting close, I keep stroking and sit back slightly with my mouth open wide. As he cums, I eagerly catch all that I can in my lips, my hands milking him of as much of his hot seed as possible. Then looking up into his dark eyes, I close my mouth and swallow it all. This was the wine I was after. The sweet wine I crave.Great blowjobs

 

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