Jay could tell that there was something more here than just cheap sex. Andrea loved what he did, and it showed in every movement and every caress. He was taking his time, making the experience last for Jay, making it into that special something more that separated him from the $50 street corner hookers. It was more than just skill - it was passion. Something Jay could tell the young Italian stud had plenty of and to spare.<br/><br/>He let himself get lost in the incredible feelings Andrea was providing, standing there in the shower with the water still flowing over the both of them, adding to the sensuality of the whole experience. After an unknowable time - it could have been ten minutes, or it could have been ten weeks for all Jay knew - he felt the familiar rumbling in his balls and the tightness in his gut. The hand holding Andrea's tightened its grip and the hand on his head became firmer still.<br/><br/>"I'm gonna come... Fuck yeah, I'm gonna come..."<br/><br/>The hot semen spilled out of Jay in a thrall of ecstasy, and he felt like he could barely stand any more. He unloaded into Andrea's mouth as he screamed once more his pleasure to the heavens and the neighbors. Still feeling the aftereffects of their previous encounter, this added on top was more incredible than anything he had ever experienced in his whole life.