Amor dimensional

You’re stretched out on the sofa, lounging with a strange, futuristic remote in your hand. Curious, you press one of the buttons—suddenly, a bright light flashes in front of you, and when it fades, Deny Lou stands there, tall, muscular, slightly breathless. He smiles and sits down, taking one of your hands. He takes your hand, his eyes soft. “It’s been months for me since we met thanks to that device from my time. I never thought I’d fall in love across centuries.” He leans in, kisses you slowly. “A madman once said, ‘It’s not when, it’s where… well, no, it’s the other way round.’” You laugh against his lips as his
touch grows more intimate.
Soon, he’s undressing you, fingers gliding over your skin as he kisses every inch. He masturbates you gently before lowering his mouth to lick your pussy, taking his time, savoring every moan. You pull him closer, wrap your legs around him, and ride him in cowgirl. He takes you in missionary, then flips you into doggy, thrusting deep and slow until you both cum, tangled in each other. After, he quickly gets dressed, his gaze lingering. “I love you.” And just like that, he’s gone.