He was the one who made me feel desired, attractive, and wanted. His tender touch brought me back to life as he explored every inch of my body with relentless desire. His thick lips asked me if it was okay, while his hungry eyes demanded more. It was my first time of desire, and our passionate lovemaking that night undoubtly changed my life forever.
Browsing: Extreme
Miles closed his eyes as the sour sweetness slid inexorably down his throat. The texture of it, so thick and heavy, burnished his tongue. He opened his eyes and swallowed, feeling the strong contours of pleasure as it ricocheted within him. His sin was complete and guiltless; a pleasure that could not be denied.
Robert’s face twisted with pleasure as he felt a hot splash against his abdomen, each pulse of liquid sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. His spine arched as the cum filled him, and he pressed his arousal against the bedsheets, crying out in rapture. The heat of the moment was intense.
His eight inch cock glistened in the light, dripping with pre-cum. I took it into my mouth, savoring the hot, salty flavor of his desire. His moans grew louder as he thrust further into my throat, each thrust giving me one big, hot taste of him. I swallowed more and more eagerly, hungrily licking my lips with the taste of Brook’s soul in my mouth.
He strode into my life like a thunderbolt, all hands and mouth and big cock. His kisses were like lightning and left me scorching for more. His fingers, like wildfire, left a smoldering trail of desire on my skin. His sheer presence was enough to ignite me as his cravings swept me away to an enchanting place of lustful abandon. I wanted nothing more than to kiss his lips and have his big cock, all for myself.
Sweaty Levi sat there like some kind of a manly god, hands firmly on his knees, a broad chest, muscular arms like flying buttresses. I knew I was seconds away from something incredible, something raw and primal – something I’d been dreaming of for years. I took him: aggressively, passionately, hungrily. His body was capable of so much pleasure . . . and I was determined to find it all.
The night was a hot cum-guzzlin’ good time like no other. The room filled with searing heat and lustful longing. You could barely breathe, let alone move without feeling the blazing intensity of desire. Two sweaty, naked bodies tangled together, melting in a passionate embrace of erotica and cum-filled glory. Nothing like this had ever been experienced before.
My hands explored his body: chiseled muscles, hard planes, and taut skin reverberating with heavy breath. His mouth sought exploration, each kiss an intense and delicate union. I caressed his neck as I licked his chest, tasting his salt, and further down, his thick and deep flavor. With every thrust, we were hungering for more.
He stood in the Oxblood shadows of Grayson’s Treasure, alone. The familiar musk of man combined with the slippery sweetness of mansex filled the air. His eyes, heavy like tropical fruit, never leaving the brash and carnal symmetry of the man across the room. There was a slobber of desire, a sensuous shove toward desire, which never ended. The salivation that propelled them toward an ardent and sensuous embrace.
Henry’s hand reached out to the back door of Heaven. His fingertips brushed along its splintered and weathered wood, relishing the texture. It was the kind of door that would always remain open – to secret and forbidden lusts, to bodies entwined in the night, to surrender and pleasure….