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He fingered me gently at first, trying hard to creep slowly up inside, letting the heat and wetness spark a light inside me that only he could ignite. It was a highly sensual odyssey that electrified my soul and made my body craves for more.
He watched as I unbuttoned my jeans to reveal my throbbing hard-on. His eyes glided over me, hungry for every inch of me. He licked his lips as he leaned in closer, taking me in his mouth and caressing me with his tongue. Every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through me as I felt my passion intensify. His hands explored me with a touch so gentle, yet so powerful. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as I cried out with pleasure.
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He entered me in one swift motion, filling me with twelve inches of sheer heaven. His thrusts were passionate and primal, eliciting cries of unimaginable pleasure. Every stroke sent me to the brink, and I surrendered willingly as I yielded to wave after wave of ecstasy. We explored each other until we could no longer keep our eyes open, the ultimate pleasure nestled between us.
His strong hands gripped my hips as he pushed his thick, hard monster of a dick inside me, pinning me to the bed. He moved with an animalistic grace and the sensation of his long, veiny shaft sliding in and out of me set my entire body buzzing with pleasure. I never wanted it to end, but eventually, the sensation of his cum filling me brought us both to an explosive climax.
The salty air of the club filled my lungs, vibrating with anticipation. I could feel the heat of the bodies around me, each one’s thirst for pure and unbridled pleasure burning through the air as we circled around the thick shaft of giant manhood. I couldn’t help but to spread wide my mouth and take it in, its hot sweetness ringing through my throat as I swallowed its depths. We all waited there in breathless ecstasy, our mouths wrapping around its glory until, with one united exhale, we were blasted with a wave of orgasmic glory.
Weaving my way through the crowded club, I finally spotted him. Big, burly, and wearing tight black muscle tank, cock bulging through the seams. His eyes met mine, raw desire burning in their depths. His hands pulled me close, melting our bodies together. The wave of heat radiating off him left me breathless as my mouth found his. This Big Dick Daddy left me in a euphoric trance all night long.
My hands trembled as my eyes beheld his perfect body standing before me. Eager to explore, I caressed his toned musculature as his hardened dick throbbed with anticipation. I slowly enclosed his manhood in my warm mouth, our mutual desire feeding one another. Finally, he erupted with delirious euphoria, his hot, creamy cum filling me up with pure delight. It was ecstasy like I’d never felt before.
Hands flew and tongues teased as sweat dripped down our slick skin. His hips bucked wildly, rhythmically pounding into me as the thrusts grew in intensity, catapulting us ever closer to the edge of sex-fuelled ecstasy. I was no longer simply riding the wave of passionate homosexuality, I was in the midst of an all-consuming ocean, being consumed by desire.