The scent of oil and hot rubber was intoxicating as my eyes swept over the length I was sprawled across. I could feel my heart racing as I reached out to touch his hands that were as skilled at their craft as they were at my pleasure. He understood my needs and acted with expert finesse as he greased my gasket, deftly coaxing me into an orgasmic crescendo. What began as an ordinary service call ended as a mutual liberation of our mutually pleasured desires.
Browsing: Ideal
He felt the bodies of two jocks overtake him, pushing him down to the bed as their hands explored every inch of his body. Then the sensations began. Two cocks moved inside his tight ass, filling him to the brim. 25 shots of pleasure coursed through his veins as they hammered him till the pleasure was unbearable.
He kissed me with aggression as I felt his stiff cock pulsing against my ass. His hands roamed each contour of my body before he pressed me against the bed, firmly entering me, letting out a slow and raw moan of pleasure. I felt a rush of pleasure as his thrusts grew faster and deeper.
His hands felt like velvet as they moved along my skin, exploring my body and stirring my arousal. Every move was deliberate, his long fingers mapping my ass until they reached their destination – his probing exploring my most secret desires until my orgasm rocketed through my world. Doc’s personal touch was exquisite.
The creaking of the gangplank as I stepped upon it was the only audible sound, yet the board groaned under the weight of my desire. The air heavy with the musk of five sets of pheromones as I took my place at the bottom of the gangplank, and felt my anticipation mount with every inch closer I moved to the apex of sensual pleasure. I could already taste the salty sweat on their bodies, the spice of their musky scents, the sweet heat of their mouths that I knew awaited me.
My heart raced as I gently pulled his lips to mine – gay love, yet so foreign to me. His tongue probed mine and for once I forgot my straight identity. The thrill of his body against mine felt like electricity, and with it, I realized that I had only scratched the surface of carnal pleasure.
The three alpha males moved in synergy, their hands around me like a coalescing knot, pushing and capturing my body like a willing prey. As I lay in the centre of their triad, I felt infinite ecstasy drowning me like a welcome flood of liquid heat. It was then that I realized that I was in the presence of an eternal night of bliss.
He ravaged me, every dip and curve of my body explored and caressed with delight. His words were like fire and as I submitted to him I felt a warm burning ecstasy to the very depths of my being. Unashamed, I opened to him completely and allowed my pleasure to consume me.
My roomie and I had a stolen moment of pleasure–a tenderly desperate kiss before he pushed me onto the bed with a whisper of a moan that promised something wicked. His hands roamed my body with gentle passion, uncovering my need for more than just his touch. That lingering kiss was fuel enough for the raging fire inside.
The touch of his finger was soft, gentle, and sensual, like he was exploring the contours of my being with each stroke, caressing my skin as if each pass was uncovering higher planes of pleasure. My body trembled with delight and my heart raced with anticipation as I experienced a deep inner warmth that kept blossoming in waves until my orgasm was finally unleashed.