Greyson felt his heart start to race as he entered the bedroom of sin. The brooding atmosphere tantalized his senses, the rouge along the walls inviting him to succumb to his deepest desires. His eyes darted around, their promising glances leading him farther into the sultry atmosphere, and deeper into the inescapable pleasure.
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Tantalizing pressure strikes low. The big balls of pleasure rub and press against your innermost depths. You can’t control the heat that courses through your body as your veins fill with fire. You’ve found the ultimate arousal – the tantalizing delight of Big Balls’ Ecstasy.
The red velvet curtains to the underground gay orgies in London parted and revealed an intriguing maelstrom of heat and horniness. Some couples went to private rooms and an intense pulsating sound reverberated the walls as man after man coupled in a kaleidoscope of carnal debauchery. A powerful, erotically charged atmosphere engulfed us and I felt my libido soar.
I heard his voice before I saw him; a deep baritone beckoning me from behind the dressing room door. His dark eyes invited me in and I followed, mesmerized. His shirt remained open to expose his smooth, toned chest, and my desire grew. I kissed him, feeling the heat of his passion growing between us. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom, and I silently thanked the fates for bringing us together.
He circled around me, hungry eyes flicking over my body, before letting his hands take over, grazing my chest and carving ravines along my stomach. Slowly he explored me, his touch sending lightning through my body, electrifying the air between us. I wanted him with a fire that refused to die.
The rhythm of club night pounded through my veins as I weaved through a sea of tight bodies and gentle lavender-scented skin. I felt the heat of every passionate glance, gentle caress and devouring kiss. I tasted the excitement in the air and felt the promise of blissful physical pleasure and an intoxicating evening.
He tasted sweet and forbidden. His tongue explored the dark crevices, inviting me to join him in an ocean of pleasure. His lips caressed me – exploring deeply, hinting at forbidden things. I could barely contain myself, wanting to drown in the deep and passionate depths of his mouth. His words were whispers of love and desire, ringing in my ears like a beautiful siren call. I was lost in his rapture.
He pressed into her eagerly, his immense size filling her up completely, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. His movements were careful and controlled, conscious of the sweetly intimate connection between them as the bigger became better.
The Montreal men were alpha beasts with sharp chiseled bodies, broad shoulders and defined muscular pectorals. I felt my eyes lock upon them with a desire and hunger. The power of their muscly forms captivated me until I felt an urge to reach out and touch. The heat between us was seismic and as their tongue delved into mine our embrace promised passionate and heated pleasure.
The sweet, succulent gully of pleasure opened up to me; I ran my melting tongue along its length, exploring every dip and curve, savoring the heady taste of manly arousal. I let myself be overcome by the power of its velvet embrace as I let it fill me with warmth and delight.