We let ourselves be carried away by the calm of the morning, unrushed, exploring every detail of one another.

What began as a simple breakfast turned into an invitation to relive the beginning of it all. Five years later, we experienced our very first time again… only now, in our own kitchen. Ro took me to heaven with his mouth, and then it was my turn to return every sensation. The ending was even more intense, Ro lifted me in his arms, and together we surrendered… An unforgettable morning, intense and delicious.

Honeymoon. A seaside cabin. The sound of the waves, the salty breeze, and that warm, heavy coastal air stirred all our senses. Out on the balcony, I started teasing Ro… and he couldn’t resist coming to meet me. On the other side, there was movement. It forced us to stay discreet. We kept some clothes on. That blend of risk and desire made everything even more intense. We drifted between danger and pleasure.

It all started as a playful moment on the couch… but things quickly heated up, and we decided to hit record. Between teasing, laughter, and plenty of heat, time slipped away without us even noticing. The doorbell rang with an unexpected delivery, but it was just a quick pause, only making it even better when we picked things back up. Long, intense, and full of connection… exactly the way we love to capture and share it

From the guest room, I called out to him, asking to be satisfied. He came ready to give himself completely… and brought along a little toy to heighten every sensation. Outside, the steady beat of drums echoed from the neighborhood football match. But here at home, it was a different game entirely and I was the one setting the pace. I savored his lips on mine… but I didn’t let him go any further.

Our 1st Creampie 💦 The morning starts softly, with sunlight caressing our bodies, painting patterns of light and shadow as our desires take shape. Libidinous… she doesn’t hide it. Wet, open, she teases with slow movements, turning up the heat, bit by bit. Between moans and hungry glances, touch becomes oral, oral becomes kisses. We glide, bodies locking deliciously… We allow this new phase to begin. We let go… and come deep, all the way inside. Another new beginning for us. Wear headphones. Feel it with your whole body.

Be’s been sensitive lately… when she gets like this, all I want is to stay close and move at her pace. More introspective, full of boundaries… she said she didn’t want to be touched. That’s okay. We agreed on kisses, a movie, and the rest we’d just let happen. The silence between us had a sound. She let herself drift into the sensations, and I, just watching, felt every shiver as if it were my own.

On our first honeymoon night, the Full Moon stood as a silent witness to our love. Out on the balcony, with the ocean in the background and silver light caressing our skin, we surrendered to the desire to feel. The shadows reveal more than they hide… and the rest, we’ll leave to your imagination.

Sometimes, the sweetest taste of intimacy is found in the rush of the moment. We were supposed to be ready to leave, but that knowing, tempting glance was enough to change our plans… just a little. The shower could wait, giving in to a quick, intense spark felt far more irresistible. So yes, we were “calmly late” 😉 because arriving a few minutes after schedule is worth it when the reason feels this good. 🔥 #creampie

Still basking in the delicious aftermath of our wedding, bodies and minds exhausted from so much love, laughter, and pleasure. We didn’t go on a honeymoon, but we’ve been living our own version of it right here at home. This was the first video we filmed after saying “I do.” Zero production. The teasing started early… and there was no resisting it. In the guest room bed, Be asked for exactly what she craved: to feel everything at once. The vibrator and my body moving in perfect sync with hers. I didn’t hesitate. The rest… was pure pleasure.

We woke up in perfect harmony… Eyes lingering, skin brushing skin, with that sweet, electric tension humming between us. The morning unfolded in whispers... gentle touches, stolen glances, a quiet dance of desire. Breakfast could wait. This time, we chose to taste each other first… slowly, fully, like a secret we didn’t want to end.