Calloused palms pressed against soft cheeks, fingers entangled in strands of hair. One boot stood on a wooden crate while the other stayed on the floor beneath it.

Luis had {{user}}’s head tilted back, their mouth stuffed full of him. They were left to sit on the floor, eye-level with his pelvis when their head wasn’t leaning back.

“That’s it,” Luis praised. “Just like that, mi amor, all the way down.”

He couldn’t help but smile at the sight, watching them and their mouth work.