The rising sun kissed the surf as two lovers embraced in its liquid velvet warmth. Unrestrained desire raced through their veins as salty ocean water mixed with his passionate thrusts. Waves of pleasure crested with each plunge; leaving the beach-goers enthralled and speechless in this afternoon’s erotic arts.
Browsing: Peek
At dusk, the waves lapped hungrily at the shore, as they had done many times before. They were the music in the dark, damp air, to which two lovers clung eagerly in the sand. His hard cock twitched against her eager lips, his moans of pleasure encouraging her hungry explorations. In the moonlight, everything seemed golden and alive. And, as they passed beyond reason, even the stars seemed to respond with desire.
The sun was setting into the ocean like two lovers melting into one another, and the sultry air resembled a scene of an unrevealed affair waiting to unfold. His board shorts billowing in the hot summer wind, his allure was so powerful I could hardly resist, and after a few stolen moments of sweet surrender, his skin touched mine as our lips met in a briefly passionate kiss.
Sean stepped into the club, his huge hot cock straining against the confines of his denims. The desire behind his gaze was palpable. His tight ass swayed to the thump thump of the beat and I felt my own cock swell in anticipation. Tonight was his, and I couldn’t wait to sink into the depths of his manhood.
He gasped as I unleashed my sensual spray all over his unsuspecting face. His skin tingling, my essence dribbling down his nose and lips, glistening in the soft bedroom lighting. His expression one of rapture, I knew I had given him one hell of a sexy surprise.
He licked and sucked my face, sending electric shocks of pleasure down my spine. His touch was light yet full of intention. His already dripping tongue explored every inch of my skin as if it were the most precious thing. His kisses were passionate and consuming, and I felt every single sin he was made of.
We entered the backroom and the air was hot with animosity… and erotica. The layered musk of male desire and the clink of whisky glasses intrusive to the brown pounding of the music. Sweat infused and shirt-less chests and bodies intertwined as partners sought the pleasure of what man has known since antiquity. It was pure heat and pleasure in full homoerotic glory.
It was a hot, shirtless festival of sweat and desire as the men jerked off in the park. Like nymphs and satyrs in a Bacchanalia for the ages, there were cries of pleasure, primal moans, and salty kisses as they attacked each other in all their unruly passion. A steamy symphony of heated lustful sighs built up and echoed through the night sky.
We ventured deep into the park in search of a night of manly pleasures. The moonlight outlined our silhouettes as we devoured each other, exploring each other’s hidden caves of pleasure, where only we were invited. We reveled in our raw, unbridled passion throughout the night, reciprocally pleasing each other and becoming one.
He was like liquid heat, surging through his veins as if driven by some invisible tide, and everywhere that warm, wet energy touched him it set his loins ablaze with red-hot desire. His body shook, his heart pounded, and as his hand found its way ever faster over his trembling, quivering manhood, dreams of forbidden lust and pleasure began to flood his mind. He closed his eyes and surrendered to the ecstatic bliss of his joyous jerking escapade with hot desire.