He kissed me passionately, his hands roaming up and down my body, exploring every inch of me. I moaned loudly as his fingertips teased my nipples, my tongue eagerly following him as his lips trailed down my neck. We ripped off each other’s clothes, our bodies quivering as we locked eyes and locked lips, the energy between us pure erotic pleasure.
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He felt greasy like a slick engine as I touched his broad shoulders, my every caress similar to me tinkering away, turning a bolt. And then he revs and I’m buckled in, feeling the heat and wetness of his deep purr as he shifts gears, pushing me further down the highway of satisfaction.
We locked eyes and in that moment, I knew I wanted him. Our breaths came quicker, laden with charged want. I grasped his face and kissed him deeply, exploring his mouth with my tongue hungrily. His hands ran down my body and I felt his arousal press against me. I felt alive.
The coach handed him the post-game trophy, eyes hungry, then roughly grabbed him by the neck, hauling him close. He leaned in, grazing his nose across the contours of his player’s face. Then he devoured his lips, lust dripping from every hungry press. Hot. Hard. Flesh to flesh. Everything he’d ever wanted. Naughty reward for a job well done.
My lips and mouth explored every inch of his body, tasting and savoring his musky sweetness. I felt his strength beneath my touch, and as he clutched me tightly and growled with pleasure, my own shuddering delight increased. The pure pleasure of that night still lingers in my memory and on my skin.
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I watched in awe as my 3 captivating lovers had their way with me. Hot, hard and intense, their thrusts and moans of pleasure were a kaleidoscope of male lust. When finished, they’d given me 6 hot loads that left me shivering with pure, erotic bliss.
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