Sonho De Virada
Another New Year’s Eve coming and Murillo alone. He ended a relationship recently and no friends were in town to invite him to the party. The way to do it was to drink sparkling wine alone and imagine what good I could be doing. Champagne was hitting and Murillo started complaining about life, a little loudly, saying that at Christmas his only request was a good fuck for New Year’s Eve and that it wasn’t answered. He started to fight with Heavens. From sip to sip, he ended up falling asleep and was woken up by the touch of Dinho, the cocky guy from his dreams who appeared to go all in on Murillo’s new year, who took advantage of that delicious male in front of him and sucked him eagerly, opening his asshole to receive that thick log. Dinho seized the opportunity: he tongued and fucked Murillo’s juicy ass a lot anyway. After a good cumshot, the two bastards toasted to celebrate the New Year. Murillo tired, fell asleep and when he woke up there was no one else there. Was it all a dream? But if it was, why is there another cup here? He asks himself without understanding anything… But if the year starts with good surprises like this, whether dream or reality, it will be a very hot year.
