He sucked eagerly on Lincoln’s hard cock, savouring the flavour of his salty precum and taste of his first orgasm. His hands roamed hungrily over the curves of Lincoln’s body as the pleasure intensified, the intensity as powerful as the surge of electricity pouring through Lincoln’s veins.
Browsing: Extreme
Adrian was a big bad gangsta from out of town. His words were as sharp as his looks and when he showed me his big slick dick, I’m not gonna lie, I was hooked. One taste, and I knew all I wanted was more of that sweet ego-busting love.
He was huge and target-ready, like an action hero in hot spandex. His load was massive, more than enough to satisfy. I tasted his salty jizz, a cocktail of arousal and dizzying euphoria. He was a god in that moment, and his big load changed me forever.
Dylan stepped into the dimly lit basement. He felt a thrill of anticipation bubble up inside him, a thrill that only adventurous encounters with strangers could create. He well knew what tonight promised; a foray into the wild, consuming world of his deepest desires, a night of passionate risks and forbidden pleasure. He was ready.
He pulls me in close, his dick still rock-hard, still dripping with sex-honey. I draw it into my mouth like a warm summer day, gulping his spent delight, savoring the last drops. This is gay love in its rawest form—no holds barred.
His lips were like fire, his embrace like fine Jameson Irish whiskey, smouldering me with tantalizing promise of paradise ahead. His hands explored boldly, drawing shudders of pleasure from my every nerve before I felt his bulging heat against me. A drink, and a night I’d never forget.
His eyes darted around the shadows. Julian’s initiation was upon him, and there seemed to be something sinister in the air. As his heart raced, his skin steamed up with arousal. His trembling body trembled in anticipation for whatever wild desires were about to unfold in front of him.
He had been in Lincoln before and he had a feeling that he’d be back again soon. The hard on he’d been carrying for days now wouldn’t let up — he could feel it pulse deep, a wanting, a craving. It just wanted to dive into the deepest of rivers and never come out. Never let up, never stop. No wonder it was called Lincoln’s Hard On.
I dove in and tasted him hungrily, feeling him tense and tremble as I explored his soft, salty depths. My lips and tongue massaged each contour as I eagerly worked my way downwards, until I felt his rigid shaft pressed firmly against my cheek. His moans of pleasure echoed off the bedroom walls as I pleasured him with all my being.
Eyes of fire, the perfect description of Elijah’s shamefully big cock pushing into my tight, waiting ass. His thrusts burned like wildfire, setting my body alight and scorching my every soul with pleasure. I was no match for his unyielding determination, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Together we created an ecstatic blaze, every please wrung from every moment of rapturous bliss.