Riding Hard on Michael’s Rod
He cruised up to my apartment like a living embodiment of testosterone. His muscles were straining in his tight black shirt, and I felt a certain heat that seemed to radiate off him. I was entranced, and when his devilish smirk widened I knew there was nothing I could do but let him have his way.
He dragged me inside and pinned me to the wall, pushing up against me and making it clear what he wanted. I could feel the hard length of his rod straining against his jeans and I shuddered with anticipation. I wanted to ride it hard, to feel its fullness inside me as he grunted and moaned. I wanted to savor every inch of his flesh, exploring every ridge and crevice until I could take no more.
Our clothing melted away with the fever of the moment, and all that remained was a throbbing desire that demanded satisfaction. We moaned and gasped as we worked together, his rod sliding in and out of me as I rode him harder and faster. Each thrust seemed to draw us closer, until I finally exploded in a cascade of pure pleasure.
We collapsed together in a pile of sweat, spent and satisfied. Michael smiled up at me and brushed a lock of hair away from my face. I don’t think either of us had ever felt more alive. This was riding hard on Michael’s rod.
Table of Contents
- 1. Greedy for his Hard Pole
- 2. The Shudders of His Savage Grinding
- 3.Throbbing with His Undeniable Need
- 4. Ravishing Rapture of His Feverish Ride
- In Retrospect
1. Greedy for his Hard Pole
The sweat dripped down my neck and ran leisurely through ever crack and curve of my chest like an old lover, familiar and comforting. It was a telltale sign that I was right on the edge as Michael’s pole pressed hungrily against my lower back. He had one hand tightly grasping my hip and his other easily found any willing crevice and teased mercilessly. My mouth salivated, my mind floated; I was completely under his spell.
I couldn’t help but smile as I closed my eyes and felt his hard rod pressing into my body. Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, sending sparks of sensation through my veins and making me feel alive for the very first time. His touch so precise and perfect as I allowed every bit of him to be taken in, every groan and pant leaving my lips seemed to drive him further into an unquenchable lust. I could feel the heat radiating from him and I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
2. The Shudders of His Savage Grinding
His hunger devoured him, a fiend in the dark strongholds of his mind and Michael’s body was its sustenance. His movements were twists of a tightly wound coil, writhing against Michael’s as he rode that hard rod. I watched with bated breath as his hips slammed down hard, making me quiver with the intensity between them. The pure demonic strength of him swaying and grinding was palpable, and I felt every ounce of his pleasure and domination as his skin melded with the other. His sinuous body pumped against him, taking like a craving, a craving only he could satisfy.
It was taboo to desire him like this, to be aroused by the two of them pulverizing against each other. I savored every bit of it, memorizing every drawn out shudder and wave of ecstasy. His groans and Michael’s gasps were a symphony of satisfaction that moved me to a place beyond sensation, a place I never wanted to return from. This was a pleasure too intense, too real… Too depraved.
3.Throbbing with His Undeniable Need
Unwrapping in Frantic Urgency
I ripped into Michael eagerly, my lips hungrily relishing in all that was his. I licked, kissed, explored all of the contours that made him who he was and where those parts had already been belonged to me. His throaty groans spurred me on, a siren loudly begging me to come even closer. My fingertips dug deep into his supple skin as his body convulsed beneath each wave of pleasure I inflicted. He wanted it, and I was more than happy to give it.
Riding Hard on Michael’s Need
His hands shook as he pulled away the remaining layers of clothing that separated us from having each other for longer moments of bliss. His body strained against my own and his manhood throbbed deep within me. I had the power as I sunk more and more deeply onto him, I controlled the way he gasped with every rise and fall movement I made. And with each moan and gasp an unspoken urge to do more filled the room. The connection was undeniable, a raging fire that I refuse to put out and neither could he.
4. Ravishing Rapture of His Feverish Ride
Michael and I:
The closeness of us was like electricity in the air. I ran my hands up and down his strong body, his technological features thrusting into me with precision and fervor. My mouth watered with desire, my chest rose and fell in anticipation of Michael’s strong virility overtaking me. His magnetic rod hammered away, so deep I thought I’d transcend realities, until an explosion of exquisite passion reverberated through my very core.
Our positions shifted man and man, bucking, thrusting, helping each other reach the heights of ecstatic pleasure. His hips jolted hard and powerful, blazing fire into my veins, the relentless pleasure of his movements setting me on an absolute voyage of euphoria I could never forget. His shaft drilled deeper and deeper with each fervent push, the sheets roiling with sweat and heat, until we reached a climactic rapture that left us wordsless and breathless.
In Retrospect
What started as a night of wild abandon, ended in a sweaty embrace of two bodies. As the sheets grew warm with the heat of undeniable passion, Michael and I explored the depths of our carnal desires. Riding hard on Michael’s rod was an experience that I will never forget; the pleasure, the intensity, the passion – it was all so deeply etched into the night. We came together in our shared love for each other, and I have no doubt that these memories will stay with me forever.
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