The seat was warmed just right by his body, inviting me even closer as I braced myself torexplore the thrill of the coming adventure. His soft moans and hungry touches sent waves of pleasure rippling through me as I rode the electrifying train of passion.
Browsing: Peek
They melted away, leaving their clothes to the sand, the sea, their souls…..His skin was salty from the sea, his mouth sweet with desire. His hands danced upon him and around him, seeking out the perfect places to pleasure and excite. A kiss here, a touch there, a frolic in the water…all leading up to an ending in sultry, sweaty, blissful ecstasy.
He pulled me closer; the heat of his hard body electric against mine. I wanted to explore every ridge and muscle of his body as I felt his aroused manhood pressing into my soft belly. Wetness pooled between my legs, and desire surged through my veins. I closed my eyes as his hands navigated our bodies in the heavy night air, and we lost ourselves in mutual, wild abandon.
Matt the macho Man had been hosed down from every angle, his sculpted, steamy body glistening as his hands started to roam. We moved closer, sharing hot kisses, Budding passion pushing us tightly together. His strong arms catching me in a heated embrace. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, Lustrous sensations surging forth. My pelvis pressed tight against his, the floodgates of sweaty pleasure bursting open.
My jock and I were a perfect match. His biceps glistened as I savored the taste his tight skin left on my lips. I was in a feverish daze when he ravished me in that penthouse, leaving me in pure rapture. Our intensity was tangible, all of my expectations shattered. It was an unforgettable night, this intense pleasure, I won’t soon forget.
The waves danced with abandon as we stood at the shoreline, clapping as we watched the sailors’ physique. The binding fabric of their uniforms hugged every hard muscle as the salty sea kissed their salty skin. I wanted to worship them, touch them, taste them. Then we did, in the blazing sunlight until there was nothing left but pleasure.
He was a monstrously desirable creature, with his tight muscles, angular jaw, and glittering eyes, seducing me as he suavely poured drinks at the bar. I felt my desire darken and swell as I watched him, and my fingertips itched to trace the curves and slants of his shape. I felt like I needed to hold onto him, as if I’d be lost without a passionate release.
The brush of my tongue across his wet shaft sent electric waves of pleasure down my spine. His load was hot and thick, exploding out as I eagerly licked up every last drop. My face was a mask of bliss, and I couldn’t get enough of his masculine fragrance. A glorious moment of pure hedonism.
He trembled in anticipation of what was to come, the promise of hot, sweaty pleasure aching in his core. He watched, rapt and trembling as they stroked each other in mutual admiration. His breath quickened as they bathed each other in their sticky, sweet love-juices, finally, blissfully, united in an eruption of raw, passionate pleasure.
He could feel the heat emanating from their bodies, a warmth that seemed to pull them closer as if they were magnetised and irresistibly drawn to one another’s embrace. Even in the darkness the strength of their desire was palpable, the electrifying promise of something forbidden and intensely pleasurable. They kissed, mouths pulsing with a veiled hunger that could scarcely be contained. This was risky business alright, but oh, the passion and the pleasure it promised were almost too good to be true.