He held my wrists firmly as I lay beneath him, my ass fully exposed as he filled me with his cum. His thrusts came faster and faster, and I felt every drop of his pleasure in my depths. His breathing grew heavier as he groaned, his body shuddering against me in delicious ecstasy. I could feel all of him, right to the tips of my toes, and I knew my ass was now filled with his pleasure.
Browsing: Ideal
He was aroused, but it was nothing compared to what I was feeling; a profound inner fire coursing through my veins, a desire to consume every inch of his body, like a tornado of lust. I began to work his body with my hands, kneading his skin with an exquisite kneading motion. He moaned softly as I massaged his tight, toned buttocks, each caress taking us closer to the goal; absolute bliss.
The room was a seething mass of urgent need and want, of muscled hard bodies glistening with sweat in the flickering candlelight. Three mouths met and greedily explored, tongues lapping and seeking. One by one, six loads were spilled until all were spent and sated. An unforgettable night of pure carnal pleasure and unadulterated satisfaction for all who participated.
He gasped as my tongue stroked the length of his hard member, caressing each seam and every sweet curve. His moans became increasingly desperate as his pleasure built, until finally — with a shiver of delight — I felt his delicious warmth fill my mouth and his hot breath against my neck as he let go of his sweet release.
My morning boner was huge – so big, so week-long hard, that I could barely fit inside my tighty whities – and only one thing could bust it. A big dick bursting through the bedroom door, ready to slide into me and stir my soul with a deep, primal pleasure. I was ready, my knowledge of anatomy anticipating the glorious power of that big dick as it filled me up.
He felt his whole body sing as the five throbbing cocks filled his mouth in turn, each a hard, delicious delight, their randy juices cascading down his throat as he pleasured them with his tongue. The sensation of their monstrous, hot flesh throbbing in his hands and squeezing his lips was absolute heaven. He felt alive as never before.
He was a god – perfect in face and body. I felt small, helpless as he towered over me. His touch electrified and excited me, and soon I felt my body arching for him. My will was his, and as we moved in violent harmony, I felt my soul release. He ravaged me, taking my burning skin with each thrust. I lived, breathed and quivered in pleasure. Finally, I collapsed, replete and sated.
We clove together, our eager, gleaming-eyed bodies a tangle of suppleness and sinew, anticipation humming through the air like an electrical current. His giant phallus pressed insistently against me, hard and insistent. His thick cum coated my tongue as our desires intertwined in an apex of steamy, desperate pleasure. My last thought was that nothing could ever top this.
My hands moved quickly over his tight, toned body, tracing every ripple of his abs as I felt my way down to the waistband of his skimpy swim trunks. I could feel his body thrumming with anticipation as he shifted, longing for me to reach inside and touch his surprisingly hard cock. He groaned as I encircled him, my slick fingers expertly exploring every inch, guiding him closer and closer to explosive pleasure.
He slid out of his jeans and onto my bed – his hard body against mine. His dusky skin felt like electricity as he grabbed my hips and pinned me down; I felt every inch of him and nothing else mattered in that moment. His lips locked with mine as I submitted to our mutual desire. Aching for that sensation of pleasure, I let out a moan as he drove into me – I’d never felt anything like it. I was his, and he was mine.