I felt every inch of his bare, velveteen cock as he moved in and out of me, pushing my limits with every sensuous thrust. The intensity in our physical and emotional embrace was so thrilling that I could do nothing but revel in it. This was my awakening, and I was finally free.
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He was a wild, hot thing, riding and teasing the rails of every orgasm brought on by the suction of my eager mouth. I licked and teased, his moans grew louder, my senses become more intoxicated until we both could no longer resist the pleasure. Then, with one passionate, tender kiss, I brought him to the peak, and together we soared.
He layed me down and pushed me against the gritty brick wall of the alley. His hands feverishly explored my body with a wild passion. His lips took ownership of me, like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I felt alive for the very first time, and I never wanted the feeling to end.
He lifted me onto his cock. His hot, hard member entered me with a shudder that ran through my whole body. I felt his desire, urgency and need to possess me as he moved deeper, pushing me closer to the edge of pleasure and pain.
He’d heard the rumors. Charles had a big cock, and on that July night it was screaming for action. As they kissed, his arousal began to swell and press against his jeans. His tight hand, everywhere, craving to explore further. This was an erotic adventure, one that could end in either pleasure or pain.
He was a dark, handsome and dangerous stranger wearing leather boots, tight jeans and a devil-may-care smirk. The air between them crackled with anticipation. His deep brown eyes boldly promised a night of passionate pleasure. I had never been so aroused and made him promise not to stop until I tasted his dangerous love.
He arrived in Sydney to be welcomed by a strong, hung Aborigine, a dream in skin-tight leather, and provoking laughter. Together, they explored the night and each other, until, in an alley, they became one in a passionate embrace under the blanket of stars. His journey had become a homoerotic sensual adventure.
The midnight sun blazed like fire in the Reykjavik sky, and I was ready to explore the night and find its forbidden delights. An old flame beckoned me to a rendezvous, and we found a place of rapturous pleasure. His touch ignited a heat that spread through my body, and we explored an intense new level of connection and gratification. I tasted each delicious inch of his body and let my fantasy become reality.
The heaving, oiled, sun-kissed bodies of the bronzed jocks of Cape Town were a dazzling thrill; heat filling my veins with desire as I made my way through the night. Our encounters – heady, passionate and raw – will stay with me forever, the taste of arousal and joy lingering on my tongue.
His body was like a liquid ecstasy, rippling and quivering as I ran my hands over his taut muscles. His lips were divine, as his kisses sent me into pure spasms of pleasure. I mounted him, and our bodies moved in perfect unison, pushing us ever closer to the most exquisite moment of release.