And all the passion was something that came so easily with the young Italian man. It was in his heart and deep in his soul and it made it all the more worthwhile and not at all cheap, even if his line of work could be dirty. And it probably wasn't only passion for sex and lust which drove him.<br/><br/>In such moments, one quickly lost track of time. it could be minutes or hours, but after a while, -god alone knew how long-, Andrea picked up some more speed, probably when he felt the tightness and how close the other man was to come. He took the other man's cock deeply, sucking firmly and kneading his balls, and he was still moaning softly, all the while and when Jay's semen spilled into his mouth and down his throat, he swallowed it, greedily almost, and with passion and he didn't stop until the last drop was gone, and even afterwards he doesn't just stop.<br/><br/>His movements slowly down, slowly so and it took quite a while before he lets go of the other man's cock, licking over the head with his tongue before he pushed himself back up. Everything was spinning for a moment, very likely because of all the passion and desire running through his veins, and he stands up and without a word he moved in to kiss Jay's lips. He still had Jay's taste on his tongue. It was passionate and wild, that untamed kind of passion once again. He nipped on the other man's bottom lip, mumbling something in Italian into the kiss. And he was still moaning softly.