Christopher’s rough hands found their way around the back of his head, gripping tightly before pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. His hands moved firmly to Christopher’s waist, feeling each ridge and muscle as they pressed together. Their tongues explored in a wild yet gentle dance. This was one “back door lovin'” Christopher wouldn’t soon forget.
Author: Nine Thick Inches
Golden-skinned Theodore licked his lips, feeling nothing but anticipation as his tall, muscular lover tenderly placed the blindfold over his eyes and kissed his neck. As his legs rose higher and higher, Theodore felt his pleasure intensifying, until a crescendo of bliss exploded over him, and left him trembling and in awe at the beauty he had just experienced.
His lips closed around the head of the thick dick, silky smooth and tantalisingly warm. Cameron moaned and pushed forward as he moved his hands to guide directions. He explored and licked, sucked, and teased until Cameron was growling and finally erupted in pleasure.
Like a king on a throne, Charles lounged on the bed, shirtless, his cock semi-erect and gleaming before me. An eager tongue between my lips, my mouth explored its heft and girth. His moans grew louder and more intense with every suck and lick. In a crescendo of pleasure, his salty essence spilled out, coating my mouth and the sheets beneath us.
The alleys of Capote’s world were hot with urgent desire, where two passionate men could find thrilling anonymity, risking everything in glorious encounters of feverish kisses and searching caresses. Inhibitions were cast aside as eager hands explored eager bodies and burning lips devoured heat-flushed flesh in a carnal symphony that exploded into an exaltation of ecstasy, a searing union of two men that lasted until the drums of dawn.
He stepped out of the damp alley, feeling the wet heat against his skin. His heart raced as he looked for the man who awaited him, a man he’d known only through secret words written in the heated air. His anticipation was palpable as he felt the desire of a wild night of dirty secrets. He was ready to explore the burning passions they’d whispered about under the cover of night.
He moved into me, soaking my body with his sweat. He grabbed my ass and pushed himself inside of me. I howled with pleasure as we thrust and moaned in rhythm. His kiss was so passionate, my body begged for more. I was lost in the moment, my mind consumed by pleasure. Our raw and steamy lovemaking left me breathless and aching for more.
He lay there, sweat and salt air mixing as three sets of entangled bodies intertwined. His eyes closed, he breathed in deep, savoring the musky scent of sand and sea and roaming hands. Though night held onto the beach, they embraced the heat of the summer together, pulsing and longing. Flesh and fervor building, they moved together in an eternity of skin, each peak moment of pleasure a gateway to another.
Clothing hung in a stiff line of steam as two perfect forms leaned towards each other, struggling against the powerful jets of hot water. Muscles heaved and burned as the consuming pulses collided, washing away inhibitions and defences with each wave of pleasure that flooded between them. The air blurred with heat as sweat and steam danced around parted lips and swollen bodies, joining their desire in a carnal feast of lust.
He pressed me against the wall, stroking my muscular chest and exploring my body. I felt engulfed by his warmth and desire, and soon found myself lost in his passionate embrace. His hands roved my curves, teasing and pleasuring me until I was panting with pleasure. With one final thrust, I surrendered to his rapturous embrace.