Snapshot: The resort fuck

It's my favorite position when fucking a horsehung bottom.  His right leg is flung over my left shoulder with the bend of that knee resting perfectly at the crest so that each time I fuck my meat into him, my shoulder makes his leg kick helplessly and involuntarily into the empty air.  His left leg is slightly raised but bent off to the side so that my right hand has clear access to grip his thick nine-plus inches in a firm handshake.  Our lips our locked.  My torso low.  I'm slowly working my left hand under him to pull him closer while simultaneously my weight shifts so that he's taking more and more of me, more than what the length of my cock can give.  I'm folding him unto himself and embracing his entirety while my dick fights to get deeper, both heaving myself against him and pulling him into me.

In short, I'm trying to consume him all around.

I'm in Mexico, but instead of taking in the local sights, I left my partner snoring in bed while I snuck upstairs to fuck this guy I met off Grindr.  Just a few inches taller than me.  Trim.  Incredibly limber.  Several shades darker than me.  He's obviously been taking advantage of the sun down here more than I have.

His kisses are hungry.  A perfect give and take.  And his cock is starting to drool.  The precum flows so much that I'm starting to give him full strokes to the rhythm of my fuck without realizing it.  Before long, his kissing becomes erratic.  Even the best multi-taskers can't process the amount of stimuli I'm throwing his way. Different directions pointing to the same target.  He breaks the kiss when his body tells him to pay attention to the line from my balls through my cock, gliding perfectly skin to skin so that every ridge of my cock is memorized by the lips of his ass and then interconnects deep within his buckled walls within his hole, perfect complements in grooves like a natural lock and key...  That line continues through, hits his prostate and reverberates straight on through his cock with my fingers sliding over the ridges of his cock, his grooves.  We are touching, caressing, inside and out.  And his body tells him that's all it can focus on while his kisses falter, his breath equally disconnected and he shoots.  And shoots.  Loose ropes, more translucent than white, but heavy in volume, shooting and oozing out of his cock while I continue to tear at his hole.

I force my face to his, tongue back down his throat, stopping him from any protest while I continue my assault and with one final shove I collapse onto him and use my one left arm to pull him deeper down to my cock as it amasses all the energy from my core and recoils to empty my nuts deep inside him.

What's a vacation without indulging in some of your favorite recreational activities?