Lincoln’s Hard On: A Rivers-Deep Suck.
It was a humid night in Lincoln; the air was thick with salt and sweat. The night was alive with laughter, music, spirits, and heat – not to mention the hard on of Lincoln, a rivers-deep suck that left men in an arousal-fueled trance. It was all the buzz in town, and everyone wanted to be a part of it. Stories of illicit, passionate meetings and secret encounters were ricocheting around the bars, clubs, and backrooms. If these walls could speak, they’d be spinning tales of intense sex and hot, heavy nights that only a select few have experienced.
Table of Contents
- 1. An Enticingly Tight Ride: An Alluring Welcome
- 2. Carnal Lust and Cupped Groins: Exploring Each Other’s Bodies
- 3. A Tonguebath Of Delights: A Hunger Succoured
- 4. Pure Decadence and Unashamed Release: Pounding Away The Night
- To Wrap It Up
1. An Enticingly Tight Ride: An Alluring Welcome
I felt every muscle of his exterior as I hopped aboard, arms tangled around the pulsing veiny surface beneath. His tight manhood ached with an intense and raw longing, welcoming me without question. Pressing into me from behind, he rolled his hips into mine, pushing his length into the beat of my excited rhythm.
I embraced the grandeur of the experience as he ran his hands across my buttocks, bringing our bodies closer with each riveting buck. Every tightening of his passionate embrace teased me, beckoning me further and further from control. Moans of complete bliss trickled out as thick drops of sexy sweat mixed together inch by inch with each unyielding thrust.
Our erotically charged encounter awakened something deep within each of us, a connection transcending all boundaries. As I shivered with pleasure, I felt the strength of his orgasm ripple through me. The sensation spread like a wave as our bodies clung together in unison. A scream of blissful surrender left my lips, as we intertwined in an enticingly tight ride and a rivers-deep suck.
2. Carnal Lust and Cupped Groins: Exploring Each Other’s Bodies
The heat was palpable as his hard on pressed fiercely against me. My tender flesh welcomed the intruder with an eagerness that was pure insanity. Those deep eyes of his, they hypnotized me in an everlasting trance. My body quickened in a frenzied whirl pool forcing me to go against all logic, and yet I wanted it – so, I swam with it.
His fingertips made micro-circles around my nipples, sending tremors down my spine. I expelled a deep sigh as he cupped my groin, his touch was gentle yet strong. His tongue licked me like a honey bee sipping nectar; the suction as he sucked me was rivers-deep. I wriggled against his body in passionate union exploring pleasure islands for which I never had a map.
I could feel it, his hard on pressing against me wanting more, hungering for the release that was soon to come.
3. A Tonguebath Of Delights: A Hunger Succoured
The Tonguebath Of Delights:
He had been craving for it ever since, although even he had no idea what exactly it was. That all changed when Lincoln experienced the passionate expanse of the man’s lips, stimulating each rim across his length. An all-encompassing anticipation encircled his steely body as the man’s hot tongue slithered precariously close to his glistening head, like a snake wriggling its way up his prowess. Lincoln clenched his fists, an instinctive reaction to the waves of euphoria that were pulsing through him, pushing him to seek more.
The man did not disappoint. His strong grasp became intimately acquainted with Lincoln’s shaft, tugging it and exploring it like a cave diver. His tongue invaded the deepest corners of Lincoln, licking out the savoury need contained therein. An unstoppable distillation of intense pleasure and salivation sent Lincoln’s mind reeling, culminating in a crescendo that made his entire body weak and trembling. He moaned loudly, his throat struggling to contain the raw pleasure that was brimming through him.
He had been hungry for it ever since. Now it had been succoured.
4. Pure Decadence and Unashamed Release: Pounding Away The Night
Slumped against the moonlit window, Lincoln watched the darkened street crawl with the shadows of men and their secrets. As one slipped by beneath his gaze, his callused hand drifted down to the bulge in his trousers, the pressure of temptation rising within him. His gaze remained fixed on the figure that seemed to disappear into the night as his fingers crept beneath the fabric. In attempting to satisfy his craving, it surged into something far more intense.
Desire had become a drug more powerful than heroin, and Lincoln was an addict in need of a fix. Slipping inside, he bent to the task, commanding his body to obey its insatiable desires. Grabbing the back of a chair, he leaned in, letting his weight take control. His muscles tensed and with the force of his thrusts came that deep, primal pleasure, a pleasure that echoed through the walls and rose to the heavens.
The force of pure decadence and unashamed release pounded through Lincoln, each thrust begging for release. With a sudden and desperate gasp, Lincoln espoused himself into oblivion, surrendering himself to the grasp of the night.
To Wrap It Up
Lincoln was satiated, exhausted. He’d made it through the night and out into the morning sun of a new day, with a secret that, if told, would rock the society he lived in to its core. His love was deep, as deep as the rivers from whence he’d come. His carnal experience had been intense and mind blowing, life-changing.
But he would never speak of it until today. Today, Lincoln finally has the courage to stand tall and embrace his sexuality. today he proudly wears it like a badge of honor, and looks kindly upon the satiation of his Hard On, still lingering in the small river port in his heart, never to be forgotten.
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