He tore off his shirt and directed me to his bedroom, beckoning me to follow. His scent was overpowering, and primal lust filled the air as the heat of his body drew me nearer. His hands were on me as I lay beneath him, and I felt his passion overwhelm me as he burned with desire. His lips and body moved with mine, making for a steamy night of pure pleasure.
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He could feel his heart racing as he inched closer to the bay, walking the deserted streets on a hazy July night. Suddenly, a warm hand reached around his waist and an invigorating whisper filled his ear, “Have I got something for you, handsome.” His eyes widened as if reality was becoming a dream. With a belated nod of his head, the two vanished into the night. It was time for San Fran cocksuckin’.
He raised his hips to meet me as I impaled his quivering flesh, the width of his impressive girth stretching me to capacity. With every thrust, my veins turned to molten fire, and the thundering force of pleasure ground my body against his hard as steel monolith until an uncontrollable shiver ripped through me.
I lay still in his bed, sneaking contented glances of the barely lit silhouette of my Daddy’s body. His broad chest, unblemished, his strong yet gentle arms, pulling me closer and closer as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I felt his desire, his want, his raw, masculine need that we both knew could only be satisfied one way.
He filled me with every drop of his cum until I was drenched in his erotic essence. I opened my eyes and felt the weight of his cum drip down my face. Wrapped in his heat, I felt completely alive and beautiful in that electrified moment. My fingers pressed against my throbbing lips and aching to feel again the taste of his sweet nectar.
He closed his eyes and my lips began to trace every inch of his body – from his chest, down his strong arms, to his hips, and slowly in between his legs – tasting every curve and feeling every shudder as my tongue moved across his trembling skin. I wanted to take him in my arms and show him what we could do together.
Ryan’s body was a temple of rapture as I explored further, tasting the arousal on his skin and drawing out his essence with my tongue. His hips quivered and I felt him shudder under my skilled lips and tongue as I savored the secret delights of his manhood.
The salty desert air was the perfect backdrop for our sultry rendezvous. Taking him in my arms, his lips met mine, and our tongues intertwined in a passionate embrace. His palms slid up my back, pushing my body closer to his. We sunk to the sand and our teeth grazed together in accompanying rhythm with the music of crickets. This was more than a kiss. It was a hunger that ached to be satisfied. A combustion of desire more powerful than the heat of the day.
He had come here for lust, and Sydney was all that and more. Like a dream, the city hummed with wanton desire. Under moonlight, lips parted in expectation, hungry eyes silently asking for more. On this night, he was the object of pure hunger, tasting the hot desire clinging to every skin cell. Ecstasy was found in the trembling touch of soft fingertips, the passionate touch of parted lips, and the pure intensity of carnal craving laid bare in desperate embraces. This was the real face of lust.
He moaned in agony and pleasure as his passionate lover explored every inch of his body, stimulating nerves he’d never before felt. His lover’s erotic touch drove him wild as pleasure and pain collided, pushing them both to new limits of ecstasy.