The second he was in, Mikhainon knew Renato was a virgin. It was in his posture. How he initially reacted. That made this encounter all the sweeter. Virgins often got attached to their first, especially if the first made the experience good. He held Renato's hand into his own and kissed the knuckles, whispering, "Thank you for trusting me enough with this, dearest."
He should know what that meant.
He rested Renato's leg on his arm so he could thrust deeper, picking up the pace, but he made sure to rub against that sweet spot every time. He wrapped a hand around Renato's cock and caressed the tip and pumped it shallowly.
It was too early in the night for the show to end. After the faster thrusts, Mikhainon picked up a slower pace and slipped an arm around Renato's waist. With a quick movement, he pulled them both into a sitting position with Renato on his lap, Mikhainon still inside. "Try this position, kitten. See what works for you."
He should know what that meant.
He rested Renato's leg on his arm so he could thrust deeper, picking up the pace, but he made sure to rub against that sweet spot every time. He wrapped a hand around Renato's cock and caressed the tip and pumped it shallowly.
It was too early in the night for the show to end. After the faster thrusts, Mikhainon picked up a slower pace and slipped an arm around Renato's waist. With a quick movement, he pulled them both into a sitting position with Renato on his lap, Mikhainon still inside. "Try this position, kitten. See what works for you."