Affair with David Bowie in the Sauna

Sweat On The Sofa

I recalled that there was a sofa in the room before entering the sauna when I went out of the bathroom. We both got up, still naked and drenched in sweat, and made our way there. Exhausted from the heat, I flopped onto the couch, grateful for the relief from the scorching 60°C. I spread my legs wide open and started touching myself, keeping my eyes fixed on David, who stood next to me, ready to join in. He spoke in his deep and enticing voice that drove me wild: "Looks like my baby's having fun at my house."

With my breasts pressed tightly against my chest, I eagerly panted: "Come here, David, and devour me!" He literally jumped on me with his burning body, pressing his lips so close to mine. He firmly placed his hands on my arms and began sliding them around my wet skin as we continued making out. I could smell his sweat, and it only fueled my desire as I screamed his name again: "Ah, keep going, Daaavid, my dear!" I heard him grunting softly into my mouth, "Oh, uh!" Our tongues kept touching, and the mixture of salt and saliva intensified. It was a passionate and intense exchange of kisses.